A Unique Politician

(8/13/18)    Not an Ordinary Man

Is it not that " beneath every strong independent man lies a broken being who had to learn how to get back up and to never depend on anyone? "

The mayor who became the Chief Executive of his country, the Philippines, was no ordinary man. He inherited his unique personality from a lawyer-politician father and an educator mother. According to his sister, he was a "Mama's boy" and finished high school for 7 years, a record so to speak. I laughed at myself or LOL in the internet lingo as it took me years to have a Bachelor's degree as the other years were not in the Transcript of Records. My personal record showed that I matriculated at five institutions of learning in college. They were; (1) the School of Arts and Trades, (2) a Seventh-Day Adventist College, (3) a Jesuit Seminary (4) a Non-Sectarian College (5) another Non-Sectarian College. However, my freshman to junior years were all from a catholic co-ed high school while the Senior year was from an all-boys Ateneo school.

This guy by himself was not an ordinary man. He has a teenage life built on the solid ground of clean fun and frolics. Following his life on social media, FB, YouTube, newspapers, and from friends, I was reminded of the Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens), "about a lighthearted excursion into boyhood." Imagine a teenager coming home after midnight (1 or 2 A.M.) and his mother who loved him avoided the opening of the door by letting him sleep in the bunkhouse swarmed with mosquitoes but was smart enough to solve this problem with a mosquito net in which even to this day prides to bring this gadget (mosquito net) wherever he goes. He has the instinct of a problem solver.

Then, he sneaked out at night when his father, the governor was sound asleep, bringing the car out with the help of their driver and male helper to push the car and start it far from the hearing distance of the father's ears. And how about the overwhelming joy of passing the airplane driving license test!  And when he piloted the plane that almost hit the window where his father was sleeping. Furthermore, the expulsion from Ateneo de Davao and the punishment at San Beda College for a mishap paved his way not to attain the Graduation ceremony. Still, he had a clever answer to this phenomenon but beyond all doubts, he passed the bar on this tumultuous period of the country's history, the Martial Law era. This man is no dummy. And he said, in one of his vignettes', that he was told to memorize the dictionary as a punishment for his mischief.

I wrote this because those episodes about this president's life had some sort of semblance ( who am I, anyway) in my adolescent years. I have that experience of coming home late past midnight and sometimes almost the break of dawn. You know life in a village (barrio) was beyond compare. Everybody loves everybody no spacing or discrimination whatsoever. All are children of the Author of Humanity. Pollution was a stranger. Foods were fresh and organic. Water was not bottled but from a well, You would go serenading with the village teenagers to beautiful, innocent rural maidens and they would love songs. I mean unadulterated tunes from unpretentious minds. You mingle and bond with sons of peasants, as you are one of them, to capture the essence of rural life pregnant with sweet dreams of mystery, with ambition, with meanings. And, in order to be better equipped on the rough and rugged road of life, one must enroll in the Academy of the streetwise, to the College of higher practical skills then would graduate from the University of Hard Knocks.

This president is not an ordinary man. He was not a graduate of the University of the Philippines where some presidents and leaders came from but from the Institute of Common Sense. a Private Religious College, and the University of Hard Knocks. This guy took his master's in the areas of legislation, prosecution, and executive (elected as mayor of Davao City), His doctorate degree's thesis was about peace and order, the elimination of the lethal drug, the demise of graft, and corruption. This was unanimously approved by his landslide win in the election. And you know why this leader was a graduate of Vox Populi University. He favors justice rather than the love of money he dislikes publicity and the appalling crimes of humanity like lethal drugs and terrorism. He profoundly loves his country and his people and loves peace rather than trouble.

Observe and follow his rise from transforming a moribund city, of crime and punishment to a progressive, dynamic, safe metropolis as a mayor of Davao City in the South (Mindanao) to occupy the executive chair of Malacanan Palace (Luzon) in the North. When he spewed the common man's lingo his words were understood and accepted, as the down-to-earth sincere man from the province. When he talked, his countrymen and countrywomen listened. They laughed and they even cried because he did this with fervor, with passion, with sincerity, with a profound love for his people- the common masses. He has even sung in one of his rallies. What the college students before demonstrated against the government and why communism was hatched and thrived in the Philippines because of the fading trust of the people in the leaders that they hoped would emancipate them from the pangs of penury, the sharp claws of corruption, and the quagmire of the economic life which are now being uplifted by this new leader. He is doing his best version to help especially the poor like what his late father (former governor) had done for them in the undivided Davao province era. His leadership is a psalm that enlightens and heartens the people from the bondage of corruption, illegal drugs, criminality, and bitter economic life.

And by the way, amidst the critical atmosphere in his administration, he proceeded to pursue what he had promised which is now visible in his "build, build, build" project that drastically altered the country's landscape and diminished the destructive activities of the CPP, NPA, and NDF.

Yes, Juan de la Cruz, this president of the Philippines, Mayor Rodrigo Roa Duterte is not an ordinary man.

Lincolnwood Town Center

A friend's call early in the morning that he is coming within  5 minutes to pick you up for a Lincolnwood Town Center cup of coffee perks you up and makes your day valuable. Yes, every one needs a friend that will call you and say, "Get dressed, we are going on an adventure".

Lincolnwood Town Center is frequented by retirees mostly Filipino-Americans who gathered by a round table of 6 comparable to travelers marooned by blizzard. Or like the round table of King Arthur's legend where everyone were equal even the King. And on this round table everybody has his tale to tell. They have cups of their favorite flavors ordered from the Beanery Coffee shop few steps away. Sometimes dozen of donuts from a generous retiree, or a bag of produce harvested from a friend's backyard. Over these cups of coffee, diverse topics were ventilated and discussed ranging from yester years love escapades, juvenile adventures, the teenage fling, vignettes of salad days and what have they to insert and inject on this round table of friendly discussions. Most especially about their first years in the US in the 70's and the subsequent years. Then about the current situations around them in particular and the world in general.

Lincolnwood Town Center is the hub of retirees and seniors.It is the forum for them to exchange their views and ideas about the beauty and the mystery of Life on their bonus years. It is also a place to exercise, to relax, to let life flow its normal course.You just have to listen and live in the moment. You have done your best. You have enough. You have to breathe extra deep and let go. Sip your morning's fave coffee. Meanwhile, others love to brisk walk alone or with partners/best half. They make several rounds daily which is a part of their longevity scheme to lessen doctor's visit.

You are here because you love yourself. You come to socialize, to exercise, to escape from the boredom. You come to expand your little world. Truthfully these are really your liveable moments.  And you come because you  care and love yourself which is the only person that will cling to you with your joy and pain ; that will be the only person  you will be spending all your life. But be careful because not all have your idea of peace and goodwill towards humankind.  Let understanding and empathy guide you.

However, only bring on the round table the topic that is pleasant and agreeable. By that, your morning is well spent like your favorite flavored cup of coffee, refreshing to the last drop!

6/04/2018 Monday

Joy and Sadness at the Olive Garden.

Why do we come to the Olive Garden? We will tell you why but we want you to
first, see the light, feel the experience, the joy of summer, and witness the green
leafy vegetables in your  backyards, of the flowers in bloom welcoming
the excitement of life while fascinating people were on the move for a mission in
the intricate pattern of life.

We will tell you who we are and why we came. We came because we found joy in the garden of our lives, where hope awaits, where opportunity opens, where love blossoms, where peace beckons; where the tranquility of balmy nights brings solace to aching hearts.

We came to humbly tell you that in the Land of Uncle Sam, we serviced homers,
the offices, the churches, the hospitals. We took care of those that need tender loving care, of the sick, the aged and for those who must just have partners. We walked miles,  We drove, Wwe dined. We sang. We danced. We laughed. We cried. We are your friends and neighbors; your brothers and sisters. But sadness crept in the inner recess of our mortality, in the sanctum of our being because you will soon depart to spread the carpet of the genius of Catholicism to the communities who were not really engaged in their religious practices. Your homilies and reflections manifested your untiring personality on the profound poring of the Words of God only to ponder the meaning of being a leader of a diverse flock and the miracle of your transformation.

By the way, Fr. Peter Fernandes belongs to the Society of the Missionaries of St. Francis Xavier (sfx). He is from Goa, India whose religious life revolves around  prose and poetry. His first book of poem, "A Soul in Flight: Path to Contemplation", indirectly leads one on a path less traveled in this world fraught with distractions, The second is "Lead me on... Path to contemplation".  Reading this book will direct one to the classroom of silence to submerge one's self to deep reflective thoughts.  Fr. Fernandes has also written several articles for newspapers and magazines, on socio-political commentary to spiritual reflections". He is a prolific writer of prose and poetry and a great pastor.

And he came with his stirring youthful portrait of a missionary, "from India's coastal Konkan region on the bank of the Arabian Sea on the western coast. He left the much-loved tourist place with its famous beaches, astounding monuments, and churches, and bustling nightlife of Goa, the smallest Indian State" to Oregon, the Beaver State on the west coast of the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave for 4 years.

Finally, he found himself drifted to the prairie land of the Midwest on the Windy City, Chicago, that is. He stayed for 13 years. Those were trying years in a new frontier and he was welcomed with open arms. He cloaked himself with the mettle that was acceptable and loved at St. Timothy parish whose Sunday attendance was dwindling. Slowly but surely, a revival came. Attendance shifted to high gear and excitement was around the corner. St. Timothy got a facelift,  new paint for the rusted fence, a tall white cross at the northern entrance signifying that the 3-story rectangular building at Washtenaw Ave. is a Catholic church. And there were tall images of Saints besides the church.

The renovated interior has a chapel for daily Mass and a Mother of Perpetual Help novena every Wednesday, a haven for weary souls. And yes, Fr. Peter, as a pastor of St. Timothy was on the right course and the sailing went well in the fullness of time but farewell was inevitable.

We love you Fr. Peter because you trust and love us. The reason why we came to the Olive Garden was for a memorable moment with you. Wherever you will be: this is just a reminder note for you to read.  Fr. Peter Fernandes, sfx. please remember us with our flaws and foibles in the endless flow of time, in the Breaking of the Bread. And, we will never forget those shared memories, the trust, the love, and the lessons we both learned.

We are Strangers. Opportunity Seekers. Immigrants.  Parishioners of St. Timothy Church. Americans.

(Greg In. Trabanca)

 

5/10/18

The President That Plays No Favorites

Gleaning from his previous undertakings and the past presidential performances, it's time to say that this leader who wants to be introduced as the president, Mayor Rodrigo Roa Duterte plays no favorites; all are Filipinos who catapulted him to power. He loves them and the country.

The choice of his cabinet members and other positions in his administration was not because of favoritism but to disclose the best for his great love of the country and its people. He distributed his infrastructure programs to sections of the country that were in dire need of them irrespective of political affiliations. It's a manifestation of what he vowed to do to the best iota of his capability as a leader. He nipped in the bud the flowering of illegal drugs, the growing corruption and the rising criminality to the ire of his constituents and the opposition yet was acceptable as a panacea to the country's ills. He was able to thwart the Marawi siege that lasted for months and convinced some rebellious elements to surrender for a peaceful life and be assets of the government.

To be chosen to fill up the position is not a privilege but a responsibility to labor more on what the task is asked for. Should one fail to his/her commitment he/she knows the eventual consequence as seen already in the dismissal and the replacement of the involved personnel? It is not that the chosen person to fill a position is favored over the others but he/she has entrusted a job to be performed with dedication and honesty for the betterment of the government. With this gesture, the country is more favored than the individual person chosen to perform the task as he says, " We are only employees of the government who pays for us."

This president wants his performance not to be lauded with earthly status but for the ardent love of his people and country. In a speaking engagement, he always says," Thank you for your courtesy; you may sit down". He said that he is done with accolades and clapping of the hands. That he is even willing, by means of a lottery, to give up his portion of the Libingan ng Mga Bayani. He is just contented to be beside his parents'  resting place.

The Filipinos hope to look forward to the day when the Philippines will be having a new form of government,  a scenario of diverse people enjoying economic prosperity on more than 7,000 islands with less corruption, less criminality,  and maybe the absence of illegal drugs.

Today, the Philippines has finally emerged from its long-time dream to become a nation worthy of world attention. This credit is due to the Filipino people's trust and confidence in their new-found president who truly leads and loves the country to progress and not to perdition.

We can now feel and see the closeness of the people in this time of distancing due to the pandemic Covit-19. Because of this, we can now unearth the hidden treasures that could only be found in the Philippines. Is it not a fact, that the Philippines has rich natural resources buried deep in its soil waiting to be tapped. Is it not that Filipino employments are in demand in areas of health care, medicine, engineering, science, etc. All because Filipinos are hardworking, honest, friendly, adaptable, and have no language barrier.

And lastly, the Philippines has a strategic location on the map between the East and the West.

The Protector

Dubbed as The Punisher, he has manifested himself, contrary to what the opposing camps said of him when he rode high on his track record of popularity, his being an employee and leader of the country he vowed to preserve and the people he promised to protect.  Now, he has earned the merit of The Protector.

The issue is beyond a moot point about this Paradigm Shift. By vox populi, he won to lead the country named after the King of Spain. And Spain colonized it for over 300 years leaving on its wake the marks of Catholic Christianity through its cathedrals, churches, friars, haciendas, mestizos, respect for elders, and close family ties. But Spain was unsuccessful in converting the island of Mindanao in the South. However, the islands of Luzon in the North and the Visayas in the center were practicing Christians.

Some portions of Mindanao had been introduced into the Islam religion before the coming of Magellan on March 16, 1521. There were three groups that were converted into the Islam Religion. The first group to embrace Islam were the Tausogs ( people of the current) of the Sulu archipelago.  The second to welcome Islam were the Maguindanaos (people of the flooded plains) of Cotabato province and the last to accept Islam were the Maranaos (people of the lake) of Lanao province and where recently the Marawi siege took place that lead to the Declaration of Martial Law in Mindanao.

With that scenario, emerged from the South a dedicated, humble person devoid of hubris to occupy the highest post of the country which politically should have been from the North. He is with mixed blood. His father is from the Visayas while his mother is from Mindanao of a Maranao ancestry. However at this point, the people need a Southern leadership, a breath of fresh air, a dream of a shall we say, a total freedom ride. They want a strong leader whose heart pulsates with a passion for the love of change for the country ravaged with corruption, criminality, illegal drugs, and a hampered economy. They want a recovered  " Eden and Pearl of the Orient Sea."

Flashback:  Spain colonized the Philippines for over 300 years and America for 50 years.

After the defeat of the Spanish Armada by the American Naval forces under the command of Commodore George Dewey at the Battle of Manila Bay, the American flag with its stars and stripes proudly waved on the Philippines skies. With that was the torch of Education, the emergence of Protestantism, a glimpse of Hollywood, and the gnawing memory of the Battle of Bud Dajo or the Moro Crater Massacre in Bud Dajo, Patikul, Sulu, Philippines (of the Sulu Archipelago) and the Balangiga Massacre in Eastern Samar, Philippines.

Proven that a pen is mightier than a sword, the writings of Jose' Protacio Realonda Mercado y Rizal and other illustrious Filipinos opened the American mind that leads to the declaration of Independence and the Treaty of Manila was signed on July 4, 1946, that granted the Philippines full independence from the United States of America. From that year until 1962, Independence Day was on the 4th of July until President Diosdado Macapagal issued Proclamation No. 28 moving the Independence Day celebration to the 12th of June. The 4th of July is now  Filipino-American Friendship Day.

The Philippines' Declaration of Independence was signed on June 12, 1898, in Kawit, Cavite. This was the document in which the Filipino revolutionary forces under Gen. Emilio Aguinaldo proclaimed the sovereignty and independence of the Philippine Islands from the colonial rule of Spain.

The President, Mayor Rodrigo Roa Duterte !

He came. He dined. He sang. He talked with them. He befriended them through his love of the Flag and the population- the common people who have big dreams and big hopes. These are the locals, the peasants, the less educated, the poor, the common masses, the vulnerable. Yet the growing fire of dissent continues on burning as Groups rebelled against the odious practices of the elected and appointed people of the Palace. These elected and chosen people failed to listen to the wailing concerns of the people but continued their business as usual that paved their way to prosperity while the people were disgruntled, dismayed, and divided.

And he came...

His words enlighten. His valor and the strength of his Armed Forces defend. His achievements mirrored in the Build, Build, Build deliver. He epitomized the Filipino soul. His amazing love of his country and people protects him.

He is the Protector!

(05-02-2018)

Verbom Dei Retreat

(03/10/2018) St. Eugene Parish Rectory Bible Class of Sr. Roselle Ruperto, V.D.
7958 W. Foster, Chicago, IL)

A Prayer
By: Greg In. Trabanca

Dear God what can I ask from you
When all I need you have given
With your Words so honest and true.
Thank you and let me be your friend.

Thanks for health in the family,
For the firm roof over the head,
For dear life and for being free,
For friends, neighbors, and daily bread.

Dear Lord attains to my succor.
I was reckless and I was wrong
Now I come to you to implore
Amidst the diversified throng.

Without you Lord I am nothing;
Your Words: my Will and Testament
Of my love with your true Being;
Your presence in the Sacrament.

I witness your real presence;
Through the glass window, the ray
Streams the truth of your pure essence.
Lord never forsake me today.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
(N.B.) An addendum on the subject of prayer. We wrestle
in our own little world about how to pray. How about this:
Prayer is directing our affections towards God; it is a devout
and friendly talk with Him. It is the tranquility of a mind
illumined from above.

Prayer is also a plea for temporal goods that are necessary
for earthly life. But those who pray ask the Lord with a true
Christian spirit to subordinate their own wills to His; only the
heavenly Father knows what one really needs in the temporal order.

Finally, prayer is thanksgiving, that is, an acknowledgment
of benefits received, and an offering of all our undertakings
to God so that our prayer may be a lasting one.

(From the Sermons of St. Anthony)

EVANGELINE:

                              A      TALE



                                             


                                          OF     
                                                     


                                                             FAITH
                                                     
                                                                 



                                                                       HOPE,                               




                                                                                AND 



                                                                                               LOVE







                     

DEDICATION

TO OUR RESPECTIVE PARENTS :

GREG                                                                    EVE/VANGIE

PLACIDO  CAPONONG TRABANCA              TEODORICO MAGALLANES 

                                                                                    CAERMARE

ANATALIA  ALCALA  INTAS TRABANCA       AGAPITA  BAJAO  RUELES                                                                                          CAERMARE       

TO OUR SONS:

NEIL                                                                          TED                                   

NATHANIEL CAERMARE TRABANCA               THEODORE CAERMARE

                                                                                    TRABANCA

To:

 MSGR. FELIX S, ZAFRA , 1st Bishop of Dipolog City, Diocese of Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines

 MSGR. SALVADOR MORA,  former Parish Priest of Dapitan City, Philippines

                                                         Labason, Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines

 
 MSGR. SEVERO  C.  CAERMARE,  Bishop of  Dipolog City, Diocese of         Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines

To: ALL ZAMNAI MEMBERS, LABASONIANS, TEACHERS,  FRIENDS, and RELATIVES

Thoughts (9/20/2017)

It is God's law. Remember it
In your still chamber as you sit
With thoughts, you would not dare have known
And yet make comrades when alone.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox

With my brother and a friend, the pre-used Honda CR-V took us to Lone Tree Manor banquet hall on Milwaukee Avenue for a memorial mass by Fr. Nelson Garcia, a diocesan priest. It was for the 10th death anniversary of a friend's father who was a friend and contemporary.

However, as I was driving, I remembered my wife whose burial place was just a few miles away on the same avenue. And one of the three places to know to understand the beauty of living is in the cemetery because the ground that we walk today will be our roof tomorrow. The second place to see is the Hospital for happiness is the result of good health and the third place to consider is the Prison because of the most precious thing - the freedom which everybody seeks together with the fountain of youth.

I met acquaintances. followed by handshakes, how do you dos and cheek rubbings- the usual sign of greetings and courtesy. Taking things all equal, life is what we make it.

La Vida

The Beauty of Living

".... full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness in the desert air."

It's never too late to unravel the essence that was not noticed. At this point in my life, I came to the realization that life is actually like reciting the Rosary. We commence our existence in the name of the Eternal Father, then He sent His beloved Son to save us and of the Holy Spirit to enlighten and console us.

Then, we start our journey by knowing, loving and serving our Father who art in heaven. We acknowledge the presence of the Mother who gave birth to the Savior of the world. We followed it by our full belief on the limitless power of the Creator of heaven and earth.

In our travel through Life we undergo four chapters of mysteries: 

Chapter 1 - The joy of living

Chapter 11 - The sorrows of life

Chapter 111 = The glow of the journey

Chapter 1V - The glory which is the reward of our toil.

There is truly the genius and beauty of Catholicism. And by the way, it doesn't hurt to say the Rosary every day. 

A Leader is Born

The Emergence of a Leader

"There was a prediction in his family that one day a son is promised for greatness."

Filipinos are people consecrated to God. Out of Europe, came men of God, who venerated Saints to lead them out of harm's way. Magellan landed on one of the unknown groups of islands ( Philippines) on March 16, 1521, and offered the natives the Cross of Christianity and met also his demise.

The Philippines, the 12th largest country in the world is predominantly Christian. 90% are Christians (80% specifically Roman Catholic) It has 333 years of Spanish colonial rule and 42 years of American rule.

Muslim is estimated to make up 5.5 % of the total population of 5.5 million Filipinos." If not for the "interlude of 375 years of Spanish and American colonial rule",  the Philippines would likely be a Muslim country.

Introduced by Tuan Masha'ika, an Arab religious leader/missionary in the mid 13th century Jolo now Province of Sulu, Southern Philippines, Islam was actually introduced much earlier as early as the 10th century through the Arab Traders who married local inhabitants. In the 15th century, Islam was accepted as their religion leading to the establishment of the Islamic State referred to as the Sultanate of Sulu around 1450.

Sayyid Al-Hashim Abu Bakr, an Arab religious leader born in Mecca, married to Jolo's ruling family Raja Baguinda and established a political organization adopting the formal title of Paduka Mahasari Maulana Al-Sultan Sharif-ul-Hashim.

Christianity's Cross was planted on the shore of the Philippines amidst the wranglings and murmurs of the  Southern locals' hearts. And the legacy from Cain and Abel can't be forgotten. Rebellion and opposition were flagrantly displayed in the name of Democracy. The sea teems with seafood abundance, the land green with the bountiful harvest, the forest with enviable timbers. the government with political luminaries but tainted with personal agenda.

Filipinos witnessed the nation's political, social, and economic developments. Meanwhile, politics has its rise and fall. The scenario of the country was ripe for the emergence of a leader to ameliorate the common masses.

Out of these abundances and progress loom clouds of deceit, dishonesty, and personal ambition. The gap grew bigger each passing day. The poor got poorer while the rich became richer.

Criminality, corruption, and illegal drugs were rampant. They were at full speed as they contaminated the highest officials to the lowest servants of the government. These things were avenues for prolific business as the " unwise use of money is the root of all evils."

In the developing political field, a leader has a vision of a mission of solving these problems of criminality, corruption, and illegal drugs that plagued the country. In fact, his plan was already tested and the performance was great from a thriving city south of Manila. 

Rodrigo Roa Duterte, the former Mayor of Davao city led his governance of the city with justice, not with money. He avoided publicity but for the love of his people and country. He forwarded his gaze to the metropolitan and to the cosmopolitan. In his travel from the South to the North, while on the air, he saw the view below, and a voice from within said that he has to help especially the poor and the marginalized.

Maybe providential, he won to lead his country. But the problems that he was going to solve were miscalculated. Yet he plodded on to face the pervading problems for his intense love of the country and people he is serving.

But what is happening right now is the constant political bickering and hullabaloo that produce further anguish and confusion that deepen division rather than accomplish healing, restoration, and unity.

We should emulate and support the vision and mission of this President who sometimes spews foul words for the love of the country and people in his firm determination to clean the "Augean stables" in the government that stinks with criminality and corruption due to the flourishing business of illegal drugs prevalent among the officials of the land. DU30 uses the Armed Forces: the police and the army to do the task.  In Greek Mythology, the mythical Hercules cleaned out the stables of the mythical King Augeas of Elis, (who kept great stables that held 3,000 oxen and had not been cleaned for 30 years), by diverting the course of two rivers  (Alpheus and Peneus) so they flowed through them.

There must be a paradigm shift in the life of the people who were accustomed to the political scenario. And political leaders did try as they may in addressing the prevailing atmosphere only to be suffocated by their own greed and ambition.

What he needs now is the participation, cooperation, and unity of the Filipino people, local and abroad, and/or with his country's roots to make his regime progressive, productive, and peaceful.

This president, who likes to be called Mayor, saw this in the dorm:" I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness or abilities that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it,  for I shall not  pass this way again." (William Penn.) With his term of six years, and over the age of seventy. he tried his level best to deliver what he had promised. He meant no monkey business and nipped in the bud those who failed to follow the rule of law as they are employees of the government like himself.

And he has this from Ecclesiastes chapter 3: " There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build...a  time to love, and a time to hate, a time of war, and a time of peace."

Is it now ripe in the Duterte era for a noble change? Changes have been made before but still, there must be another one to fit the shoes of all Filipinos from Aparri to Jolo.

Rodrigo Roa Duterte has unleashed his solid determination to map out a plan of unity, understanding, cooperation, and peace for the cosmopolitan Philippines. 

6/24/2017 Sat           THE NATIVITY OF ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST.

Back home, this is wet or bathday- San Juan. Water just flow in every corner of the land. All accept it with pride and joy as this happens only once a year.

This Saturday (06/24/2017) will be St. Timothy Parish's Feast of the Novena of the Mother of Perpetual Help. Note of appreciation and thanks to the pastor, Fr. Peter Fernandes,sfx and to the devotees.

Where was Jesus Baptized ?

If you are a pilgrim traveling to the Holy Land, you will be taken to the spot where John the baptist was said to have baptized Jesus.

But is that an accurate location ?  Not even tour guides necessarily agree

All four evangelists note that Jesus was baptized in the Jordan river. John narrows the area to "Bethany beyond the Jordan." Mark and Matthews's description of the event has lead to a tradition that the baptism occurred at a spot near the river, just east of Jericho. Even then , no one knows if the baptism, took place near the east or the west of the river.

Adding to the difficulty of determining the exact place of Jesus' baptism, the Jordan River itself has altered course over the past 2,000 years.In order to meet Israel's and Jordan's growing need for water, the river has also gotten smaller in modern times.

In May 2012, a site close to the border between Israel and Jordan was reopened  to pilgrims as the place where Jesus was baptized.It had been closed to tourists because the location in only 330 feet across the river from Jordan, and because of the danger of land mines that may have been left by terrorists.

Three Popes

Three Popes have visited the eastern bank of the Jordan River: POPE JOHN PAUL 11 in March 2000, POPE BENEDICT XV1 in May 2009, and POPE FRANCIS in May 2014.

3:00 PM- Wed 6/21/2017         SUMMER BEGINS!

I love Life! I love America. I love Jesus Christ who died to save humanity. I love the Blessed Virgin Mary. I believe in the Holy Spirit.

Wednesday of the week is the Novena of the Mother of Perpetual Help in my calendar. It is a part of my weekly devotion. And the Novena starts always with a Rosary which paves to lighten our way.

The Franciscan Way.

The Franciscan Mission Associates' say that Franciscan friars the world over carry the Rosary of our Lady suspended from the cords they wear around their waists. The Rosary is their constant companion and their spiritual protection as they journey through life.

In the remote sections of the world, where the friars go by horseback or muleback to reach their people, they are able to shorten the journey with the prayers to our Lady of the Rosary, through the Joyful, Sorrowful, and Glorious Mysteries. Prayer always makes the road go faster.

The Rosary, centered on the biblical prayers of the Our Father, the Hail Mary, and the Glory Be to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, is also a handy aid for Friars to teach the truths of our Faith to their people. All over the world, both religious and laypeople say it daily as their special prayer.

"The Rosary is like an abridged version of the Gospel," said Pope Pius 1X. "It provides "rivers of peace" to those who say it well. By far, it is the richest devotion and the one most abundant in graces. It certainly is the most pleasing to the heart of Mary."

We Franciscans count on you for the continued help with your prayers, good example, and sacrifice. Be assured that God will surely reward you for all you do in His name.

(Franciscan Mission Associates  P. O. Box 598, Mount Vernon, New York 10551-0598)

The Phoenicians

The Power of  Words

"and the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us." (John 1:14)

When I came across this- about words,  I remembered along this vein about the origin of the alphabet. During my time, there was a textbook, The Modern Times and the Living Past and Prose and Poetry. Later these were taken out of the curriculum which I don't know the reason why.

The Modern Times and the Living Past talked about the "Phoenicians, the greatest traders of antiquity that brought the greatest gift to the Greeks which was the alphabet of 22 letters, and also invented money the currency system (which is still the basis of our monetary system). Meanwhile, the Greeks took over and elaborated it to 26 letters, and later the Romans took it over from the Greeks".

"So from the alphabet came the words that were written in ancient Babylon around 3100 B.C. done on clay tablets which were not most portable of formats for written literature. However, the Egyptians made a leap forward with the papyrus, thin sheets made from the papyrus plant. Knowledge could be preserved on scrolls which is easier to transport, but still bulky. Paper itself was invented in China around the end of the first century A.D. but didn't reach Europe until after the fall of the Roman empire."

"While at the same time paper was being invented in China, the Romans invented the codex. For the first time, sheets of uniform size were bound together along one edge, in between two larger, stronger protective covers.

The invention of the book enabled much easier the sharing of complex ideas, including everything from Christianity to annals about emperors." ( Jim Duducu, author of The Romans in 100 Facts)

  Life is a Journey
(03/17/2017)


As I prepared myself for the 12:00 o'clock Mass at St. Jude's chapel on the Women Center in Chicago, Illinois I was instinctively able to open my LG cell phone on which I found this very fascinating article sent by an FB loyal friend.  And here it is:

That Life is a Journey of which I have nothing to debate about it: but the journey is on a train with stops at stations, changes of routes, and the inevitable circumstances. That when we are born,  our parents paid for the tickets and boarded with us on a memorable Trip of Life on a train.

That all along the way, our parents may get off the station and we are left to travel on by ourselves. There's a little worry but we are with other passengers. We exchange hi's and hellos and smiles. As our eyes peer outside, we see beautiful scenery: buildings, vehicles, and people in the constant motion of life's survival.

Time flies. The train continues on its journey. And passengers come and go. Some of these passengers could be your family members- siblings, friends, children, and maybe your significant one. The seats are full and other times half empty as passengers just left unnoticed.

And the journey continues. It is unending. The journey is remarkable and fascinating. We meet new faces with different features and skins of different colors. We exchange stories of joy, struggles, and triumph. 

Then another day of the unending journey. 

2 days Before 2017

12/29/2016


Today I stand with gratefulness to God for health, richness, success. looking forward to the tunnel of the future, I feel the nostalgic yearning of yesterday...

Reflection

Evangeline to her brother, Luisito

(A Reflection)

Brother, it is a starless night;
Patawag river flows to the sea.
Dawn appears to stir the human might;
Carabao is waiting in the lea.

The friendly breeze whispers goodbye;
My heart oozes with forgiveness.
Waving cogon hums a lullaby;
The Family is filled with sadness.

If I hurt you, dearest brother,
It is because of my true love
So heed well as you meander
Not forgetting The One above.

You left yet with the fulfilled mission
Your children's goldmine to unleash
Forgiven for the commission.
Home to roost brother, rest in peace!

Note: After the demise of her only brother, this poem was
written on the humane quality of Evangeline that no
other has captured save this writer who was with
her as the best half and partner for over 42 years
in the calm and rough waters on the journey of togetherness.
Addendum: July 12, 2021, is the 7th Death  Anniversary of Brod Boy Caermare.

Rhapsody of Memories/Evangeline

Evangeline: The Belle of Labason

The sandy beach of Labason
Where her father's fishing boat moored
Now it's a nostalgic vision
Of seashells and seaweeds she adored.

She used to play and like to bath
While friendly waves rolled all day long
Life was carefree and without wrath
Until the deep sound of the gong.

These are memories on the shores:
The gentle kiss of waves; lone seagull
Making the sound  she adores,
A melody that leads her to lull.

She always stepped forward to help
She labored hard for dire duty sake,
With a love of family and self
Pondering whatever she can take.

That's the demure Evangeline
A poem of love and dignity
Her service charmed both foe and friend
And she loved anonymity.

In this life of laughter and tears
Of blessing and amazing grace
With God's pure love to vanish fears
On Mary Hill at rest in peace!


(N.B.)   Evangeline Rueles Magallanes Caermare Trabanca
Birthplace: Liloy, Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines
Born into Life: March 3, 1940  Philippines
Born into Eternal Life: Nov,.29, 2015  U,S,A.

Education: Labason Central Elementary School, Labason, ZDN, Phil
High School: Ferrer High School, Labason, ZDN, Phil (Valedictorian)
College: RN - San Pedro Hospital School of Nursing, Davao City, Phil
              BSN - Far Eastern University, Manila, Phil
Marital Status: Married to Gregory Intas Alcala Caponong Trabanca
Employment: Phil- District Nurse, ZDN Public Schools, Dipolog City, Phil
  US - Labor & Delivery Reg. Nurse, Norwegian American Hospital, Chicago, IL

Feast of St. Luke, Evangelist (10/18/16)

Luke, The Evangelist

Today, one of the most important figures of the Primitive Church is remembered - Luke the Evangelist. The following facts tell us why:

1. Luke singlehandedly wrote a quarter of the New Testament. The first  is a gospel about the story of Jesus and the second, on the Acts of the Apostle which is about the Infant Church as a distinct phase of salvation history.
2. Luke on his gospel emphasizes on how Jesus is caring and tender toward the poor and the lowly, the outcast, the sinner and the afflicted, those who recognize their dependence on God. No evangelist is more concerned with the mercy and compassion of Jesus  with the role of the  Spirit in the life of Jesus and of the Christian disciples, with the importance of prayer, with Jesus' concern for women.
3. Luke was at times a close and faithful collaborator of Paul, who calls him "the beloved physician" (Col 4:14)
4. Luke was highly literate both in the Old Testament and in Hellenistic Greek writings. He wrote mostly for Gentile Christians and the whole Church at large. ( The Bible Diary 2016)

The Beauty of Life

Memories

We always hear and read that Life is what we make it. That is the beauty of Life . You have the control on what you are going to do. You got the ball of decision in your hands.  Are you going to shoot that ball or pass it to the player that has the strategic position and the goal is a given?

The world is in chaos, in a mess because of selfishness and sharing is wanting. We are created to be loved and things are created to be used. But what is true is the contrary. People are being used and things are being loved. We become selfish. We love the things that money could buy. Competition is keen. Love of the Source of Life and its beauty is taken for granted. The race is on for fame, power and hubris.

Then, the blame ! We forget the Source of our very existence. We are no longer aware of the beauty of the night that turns into a blossoming dawn, of friends that turn into a family, of dreams that turn into reality

We should never blame anybody that crossed our path. We must know that the good ones showered us happiness to be grateful with, the bad ones offered us experiences to heed, the worst ones gave us lessons to bear, and the best ones gave us the memories to cherish and to share.

And memories are flowers that bloom in the garden of our today, permeating our hours with fragrance enveloping us with the joy of the beauty of living.

Balud sa Kapalaran (Wave of Fate)

Balud Sa Kapalaran (Wave of Fate )

A Visayan Song: Sung by Max Surban with his guitar.
(Lyric's English translation of Greg In. Trabanca)

Balud sa kapalaran hunong na, sa imo kanakong pagdagmal.
(Wave of fate please stop your torments upon me )

Nalisang ako nga ibanlas  sa baybayon sa mga timawa ug alaut.
(Horrified, I am that you'll thrash me to the shore, to the poor and miserable)

Pagkabangis gayud intawon sa akong gidangatan
(Fiercely harrowing is the fate I have encountered )

Laos na king paglaum, bun-og na king kalag.
(Archaic is my hope, injured is my soul.)

Wa' nay lain nga ako pang kadangpan
(No other place where I could take refuge )

O balud sa palad ko, hunong na intawon, o hunong na.
(O wave of my destiny, please just stop, o just stop. )

A Mayor Turns President

The Chosen One

The very short stay in the Seminary was very pivotal in the sense that those limited days were comparable to an Associate's degree. This was augmented by the readings of the life of Thomas Merton, an intelligent Trappist monk (priest) which caught my attention and struck me with fervor about being a genuine priest; who then, became instrumental to the reflection of my interior life and its meaning leading me to the path of contemplation. And at this juncture, was the so-called, unbridled freedom, outside the seminary.

I remembered when asked why I was going out of the seminary? I said, "many were called but few were chosen". This echoed in my mind as I watched the activities of the newly elected president of the Philippines, Rodrigo Roa Duterte.

This guy was chosen. Why? Imagine with no solid political party support, just enough campaign money, not accepting contributions from businessmen ( in order not to incur the debt of gratitude), he launched his candidacy on a platform of past performances as a lawyer, prosecutor, mayor of a city and his wisdom on the profound need of the moment - CHANGE. That is the elimination of illegal drugs, curbing criminality, and restraining corruption plus his sincere love of his country and countrymen.

These 3 words: drugs, criminality, and corruption were inculcated in the voters' minds and rang loudly in their ears. The voters got the picture. And Duterte seized the opportunity of the moment. Candidates of the opposing parties were bent on discussing issues on economics, making the country great, and so on and so forth...but how can you turn the wheel of progress to make the country great when users, sellers, and producers of illegal drugs are unrestrained and have penetrated the government and private offices, departments,  the prisons. Criminality is rampant. There's a problem of peace and order. People are slowly losing hope in the government. Then corruptions creep in every nook and cranny of departments.

Duterte's example of the city of Davao as a mayor is sufficient to convince the voters, with of course his sincerity, his humbleness, his down-to-earth charisma, his pedestrian lingo and street smart experience, his jokes buttressed with his fearlessness in the performance of his duties in consonance with the aegis and mandate of the constitution. That he is willing to give his life for the sake of his country and people. Meanwhile, the opposing candidates shoulder questionable issues. He has a formidable advantage.

Past presidents were not able to curb the rampant evil activities in the government but this 16th president like Abraham of the Bible, who pleaded with God to save Sodom and Gomorrah, listened to his countrymen for their clamor of change. The rest is history.  The election gave him an overwhelming victory, but even before his taking of Oath of Office, the losing candidates were busy burning their midnight candles to do research works to smear his popular name. They found nothing. The voters were with him to hell or high water.

Riding the rough ride, the tough-talking mayor, dubbed as The Punisher, The Dirty Harry of Davao City rode on his Harvey big bike with a smile as the sun rose on Mindanao's bald forests, south of imperial Manila singing his favorite in his native tongue, " Balud sa kapalaran hunong na sa imo kanakong pagdagmal. Nalisang ako nga ibanlas sa baybayon, sa mga timawa ug alaut. ( Wave of fate please stop your torments upon me. I'm horrified that you'll thrash me to the shore, to the poor and miserable )

Meanwhile, the mountains and the seas in unison permeated the air with his other favorite, Josh Groban's "You Raise Me Up".

"When  I am down, and, oh, my soul, so weary.  When troubles come, and my heart burdened be, Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me.
       You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. You raise me up to walk on stormy seas.
       I am strong when I am on your shoulders, You raise me up to more than I can be."

People of the Philippines from Aparri to Jolo and overseas, let's raise him up to more than he can be -  the 16th president of the Philippines, Mayor Rodrigo Roa Duterte, The Chosen One!

As the WAVES of CHANGE  are rolling upon the shores of our beloved country. Digong and Bato need your prayers that God will sit with them in the silence of their hearts to raise them up so they can valiantly stand on the mountain of hope with their promise of the elimination of illegal drugs, of maintaining peace & order, of improving health programs, of enhancing socio-economic prosperity through the curbing of corruptions, so they can walk without sinking on the stormy seas of criticisms despite the naysayers.

(Greg In Trabanca)
Schools attended:
Elementary:

Labason Central Elementary School (Honor student)

High School:
Ferrer High School, Labason, ZDN, Philippines ( 1st yr-3rd /Junior yr -Honor student)
Ateneo de Zamboanga, Zamboanga City, Phil (4th/senior yr/Night) Salutatorian)
College:
Andres Bonifacio College, Dipolog City, Philippines
Zamboanga AE Colleges, Zamboanga City, Philippines (AB/BSE, Major-History, Minor- English)

Song of the South

Heal the Wound


Dear country: it is now morning
He has awakened from his flight.
Our dear son is gladly coming
To restore us from our dire plight.

Our fond hope from disunity
Is a man of deliverance
To topple the high and mighty;
With joy, we welcome his entrance.

Out of the troubled Southern sea
Comes one of the living heroes
Undaunted and ever ready
To safeguard our shores from the foes.

This man came for the dear land sake
Inquest for genuine freedom.
Peoples' clamor he has to take
This man of action and wisdom.

Now is the time to heal the wound
And restore true peace and order.
Let not the monkeys dance around
As we stand shoulder to shoulder.


(N.B.) I was inspired to write this poem due to the landslide victory
of the 16th President, Rodrigo Roa Duterte; much more
 that he is the first President from my birth island of Mindanao
( popularly called " the Land of Promise ".) DU30 is: " program, action,
delivery with the signature promise of making the Philippines great and from the looks of it, it's making waves.

Bridge of Love, A Sonnet

In our life's odyssey, there's gloom
But there's albeit that rising sun.
Varied flowers in summer bloom
Joy appears when a chore is done.

Let's mull over our adversity
Ponder our end for our action
That in life there's eternity;
A bridge of love: our mission.

This bridge must be built very strong
Must brave the fiercest of weather;
A testament that we were not wrong.

So guys let us get together
In constructing a bridge of love
That will connect us forever.


(Note:) Peace is attainable through mutual understanding, love, and honesty.
Greg In. Trabanca

Evangeline: A Memory

Out of the mire of lovely past
Mirthful surface in memory.
Our fun and frolic never last
As long as you are close to me.

Happy geese hover up above
Where you rest far from family.
Your cuddles remind us of love
Driving distress and scorn away.

Problems may flood our little world,
Discontentment carpets our ground;
We will stand triumphant and bold
Because you are always around.

Then Spring arrives with rain and shower,
While Summer sun readily smile;
Your tender love is forever
And Winter can come to beguile.

Evangeline's Story

The Story of Evangeline

In the tranquility of silence, there is the calmness

that impels us to seek our life partners and friends 

shoulders to cry on through prose and poetry.
Evangeline brought life and light into my life. 
(Gleaned from the intimate conversation and keen observation)

(Greg Intas Trabanca )

From lovely Liloy's clay dirt road
To Labason town of fish-fraught shore
Came a lass with the wisdom to load
Whose smile was never seen before?

To prove the dream of her father
In the world of reality.
She has to muster and gather
The rose garden of industry.

She crisscrossed  paths in the health service;
While Manila's school was tempting
And the State Hospital's edifice
We were mainly open to asking.

Love is like a flower garden
That needs water and tender care;
Therefore, don't be really sudden
At the time of this love affair.

Cupid's dart hit a clean target;
Dipolog: 29th of May.
In San Francisco, don't forget,
"To Alma's sis, you have to stay".

The wedding cake she had to leave,
And off to the Windy City.
Mommy Armea can't believe
that she drowned herself in self-pity.

The Norwegian Hospital was near.
Employment waiting: for two months.
Labor and delivery sans fear;
Whatever work is what she wants.

Bishop Zafra's unexpected knock
Sent Eve with her pretty baby boy
To open the door and was shocked
Yet kissed the Bishop's ring with joy.

Days of toil and hard work rolled by;
Then loomed the American dream.
And she was overwhelmed with "why"?
Yet she had to live in that realm.

Lived life as a gift wrapped with love;
Tied with a ribbon of mystery.
Good friends are blessings from  above
Like clean air - a necessity.

Eve's attitude of constancy
Greatly helped her sisters and brother
Have professions and were lucky
Not asunder but together.

Neil and Ted joined the survival fray
With their piano and accordion
Weekends were for lessons and play
But not on their expectation.

Vacation is such therapy.
Onondaga Cave spells wonder.
Longwood Gardens their its beauty;
Florida, with its space center.

The Sears Tower of Chicago
And the Twin Towers of New York
Are narratives of long ago
That could be erased in one stroke.

Worth telling was Eve's lifetime trip
To Italy, Spain, and Europe.
On the Carnival Liberty's ship
At the Vatican, she missed the Pope.

In this day and age, you wonder
All about love and forgiveness.
Loneliness is not forever;
And there is light in our darkness.

Her thoughts reverberated back home
As she performed her daily chore.
Memories of places they roam;
Of waves leaving their foams ashore.

And all the loves she left behind
That sent a murmur on life's brevity.
Yet consoled and nothing to pine
'Cause Life has its eternity.

Long, long after in time and space
Evangeline's name: a whisper
Her story in the sky to gaze
In our hearts remain forever.

(N.B.)  Evangeline Rueles, Magallanes, Caermare, Trabanca, RN, BSN
Birthplace: Liloy, Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines
Born into Life: March 3, 1940.  Born into Eternal Life: Nov. 29, 2015
Education: Elementary: Labason Central Elementary School, Labason, ZDN, Phil
                  High School: Ferrer High School, Labason, ZDN, Phil (Valedictorian)
    College: RN, San Pedro Hospital School of Nursing, Davao City, Phil
                 BSN, Far Eastern University, Manila, Philippines
Employment: Philippines: District Nurse: ZDN Public Schools, Dipolog City, Philippines
  USA: Labor & Delivery Nurse: Norwegian American Hospital, Chicago, Illinois, USA
 Married (May 29,1973) to Gregory Intas Alcala Caponong Trabanca
 Children: Nathaniel "Neil" and Theodore "Ted"

: A Tale of Dignity III

Evangeline's San Pedro Class '62 Memories

At San Pedro School of Nursing
The ladies in white were friendly.
Her young world was so amusing
Notes, books, and friends made her happy.

Prostrate hours on Infant's pleading
With unflinching faith she prayed:
Tessie, her precious stone sparkling
Came to her side and gladly stayed.

Connie, the artist on the go
And Loida, the submissive type.
Mom Thelma told them what to do;
Polly smiled that there was no strife.

Then, there was Chato, the lively
And Fe, the lady professor.
Appeared Marlene of Del Monte;
French Canadians at her succor.

Hail, SPC Class of '62!
Delia de Paz, the peacekeeper.
Marilane Aldea Lim so true;
Rosario Sulit- friend forever.

The mentor, Imelda Dela Cruz
And Winnie, the smiling Gatilao
Were the nurses that drove her woes
From the island of Mindanao.

Memories embossed on the walls
Of her world and time are dance notes
In her sheer emptiness that calls
The silence as the music floats.

Note:
Evangeline Rueles Magallanes Caermare Trabanca, RN, BSN
Birthplace: Liloy, Zamboanga del Norte, Phil
Born into Life: March 3, 1940,  Born into Eternal Life: Nov. 29, 2015
Education:
     Elementary: Labason Central Elementary School, Labason, ZDN, Phil
     High School: Ferrer High School, Labason, ZDN, Phil (Valedictorian)
     College:  R.N.: San Pedro Hospital School of Nursing, Davao City, Phil
                  B.S.N.: Far Eastern University, Manila, Phil
Married (May 29, 1973) to Gregorio "Greg" Intas Alcala Caponong Trabanca
Children: Nathaniel "Neil" Caermare Trabanca & Theodore "Ted" Caermare

                 Trabanca

          

Evangeline- A Tale of Dignity

Evangeline: A Tale of Dignity 

Lady in white glued your vision
Enhanced by your mentor's advice
That thought could turn into action
And in Him, you'll always rise.

You crossed the sea for some shore

To seek that uniform in white.

This time there was no open door;
Your gumption said: " do what is right".

You saw a glimmer from above
That fell right to your foamy shore;
From deep spell fluttered a white dove
With a message that says: " pray more".

Out of nowhere came a neighbor
Bringing tidings simple and true
Of lighthouse in Davao's harbor;
That San Pedro school awaits you.

We can't control the Time and Space;
But with God's blessings, we can do
Good things in this life's constant race
Through the grace of the Santo Nino'.


Evangeline Rueles Magallanes Caermare Trabanca RN, BSN
Birthplace: Liloy, Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines
Born in Life: March 3, 1940,   Born into Eternal Life: Nov. 29, 2015
Education: Elementary: Labason Central Elementary School, Labason, ZDN, Philippines
                  High School: Ferrer High School, Labason, ZDN, Phil (Valedictorian)
                  College: RN, San Pedro Hospital School of Nursing, Davao City, Phil
                                 BSN, Far Eastern University, Manila, Philippines
Employment: Phil. - District Nurse: Zamboanga del Norte Public Schools,                                                Dipolog City, Philippines
                       USA - Labor & Delivery Nurse, Norwegian American Hospital,                               Chicago, IL, U.S.A.
Marital Status: Married (May 29,1973) to- Gregorio "Greg" Intas Alcala                                           Caponong  Trabanca
Children: Nathaniel "Neil" Caermare Trabanca & Theodore                                                                "Ted" Caermare Trabanca

Sunday, Dec 20, 2015

9:00 o'clock AM-. From home I drove northwest to Maryhill Cemetery
with my 2 sons Neil & Ted to pay respect to my
wife, Evangeline Rueles Magallanes Caermare Trabanca
who silently and lovingly left us Nov. 29 (Sunday ) for
eternal repose. Fr. Manny Duterte from Toronto, Canada
was waiting for us with Boy Briones, my wife's neighbor
mate back home, whose wife Aida was laid to rest also
on this burial place. Fr. Manny had a blessing & prayer
(responso ) in Latin. The temp was in the 40's with clouds
and sun. Beautiful Sunday.

We ate at Old Country Buffet for breakfast and went home.

On Beauty

" The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, or even touched, they must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller.

I must admit and believe the veracity of the statement yet my heart hurts and my eyes flow tears of shame because we, who have eyes that can see and complete arms to touch, do not feel the way Helen Keller felt with her heart. This world is a beautiful and wonderful place lacking only over with the exploration and compassion of the human heart.  And the more beauty glows like the star of  Bethlehem where the beauty of redemption explodes with wonder in our hearts.

December comes with the most beautiful thing in the world that could be seen, touched, and felt by the human heart as the Savior will appear in a manger of the Christian churches. A beautiful Filipino tradition of welcoming the Infant Child is a 9-day novena mass beginning on the 15th known as Simbang Gabi or Dawn Mass, Misa de Gallo or Misa de Aguinaldo. This beautiful religious tradition has gained popularity in California, New York, New Jersey,  Chicago, Illinois, and even across the globe.

There was a 19th of December Simbang Gabi celebration at the Queen of All Saints Basilica at Sauganash in Lincolnwood, Illinois. That day was also the date that I was released from a 9- month of captive love in the womb of my dear mother to begin the discovery journey of this planet Earth. The splendor spread before my eyes and the beauty mesmerized my very being when for the first time I saw the light of shall we say freedom. I felt the fascination. The will to live engulfed me to do more exploration and investigation. I wriggled with a cry of acceptance but have no clue of its aftermath.

Indeed, Beauty belongs to the beholder but is felt with the heart.

A Tale of Dignity 1

Evangeline's Journey to Eternity                                                                                                         
 (Nov. 29, 2015 - Sunday)               

You go calmly amid the din
And disdain to settle in silence;
Sans retreat you are always in
Awareness of human existence.

You are caring yet careless of
Haughty and oppressive person.
You are loving, loyal and soft
To those who live without reason.

You speak the truth with discipline;
Cautious not to hurt other's feelings
And to follow what is written
No matter what the result brings.

You are happy with your career-
Your faith, family and neighbor
For dear life is not forever
And living is a metaphor.

You are the daughter of our Lord.
You serve well this wonderful vale.
The nursing career you adored:
Yarn of a Florence Nightingale.


Note: Florence Nightingale (May 12,1820/ Aug 13,1910) was a trailblazing figure in nursing who greatly affected 19th -and 20th-century policies around proper care. She was known for her night rounds to aid the wounded, establishing her image as " the Lady with the Lamp". She is the pioneer of Modern Nursing. She was born in Florence, Italy.

N.B. (Words of love flowing with memories of :
Evangeline Rueles Magallanes Caermare Trabanca, RN, BSN,
Born into Life: March 3,1940. Born into Eternal life: Nov.29, 2015.
Education: Labason Central Elementary School, Labason, Zamboanga del Norte, Phil
        High School: Ferrer High School, Labason, ZDN, Phil (Valedictorian)
        College: RN, San Pedro Hospital School of Nursing, Davao City, Phil
                       BSN, Far Eastern University, Manila, Phil
Employment: District Nurse - Zamboanga del Norte Public Schools, Dipolog City, Phil
        Labor & Delivery Nurse - Norwegian American Hospital, Chicago, IL USA
Marital Status: Married ( May 29, 1973) to Gregory Intas Caponong Alcala Trabanca
        Children: Nathaniel "Neil" & Theodore "Ted"

Evangeline's Journey

Beloved Evangeline

Dearly beloved, we see the light;
We see all things are beautiful,
It captures us with pure delight.
All things are good: food for the soul.

We see the beauty of the list.
And suddenly some things have changed,
You just fade away like a mist,
This is how nature is arranged.

Guide us, stay, and never leave me,
Blaze the trail in our gloomy days
Take it whatever it will be

Along the shores and in the bays,

In our slumber, we hear you speak;
In the breaking of the pale dawn
Along the park and in the lake
To us happily on the lawn.

You see life in a baby's face, 
In a troubled world's countenance,
In all the faces as we gaze
Through the wide windows in a glance.

And now commences your journey
To a place called the Paradise

Where there is joy and eternity,

For the achievement, this is your price.

Voice

The Captain

There's a voice that guides creations
Amidst the noise of  modern culture
Many succumb to temptations
Others listen to the future.

We must listen to this voice
In the classroom of silence.
And we must be glad and rejoice
To the words of the Providence.

There is also that human voice
With a commanding resonance.
And we have no other choice
But the feeling of good riddance.

I heard this voice on my cellphone
One day in my backyard alone.

Reminded me of a captain  
On his boat amidst rough waters
With mission and vision to obtain
A stout heart that never wavers.

His compass moves with precision
With the traders and the farmers
Towards friendly persuasion
Accolades and laurels he gathers.

(Poem dedicated to Hernani Contrivida of
Dipolog School of Fisheries, Dipolog City, Philippines. 

Mr. Hernani Contrivida was a Principal and  Administrator

of the Dipolog School of Fisheries. He was an Educator, and also a holder of a Master's degree in Business  Administration.)

Commentary: 

"I don't question why Mr. Contrivida had you ghost-write (for the Zamboanga School of Fisheries superintendent's message) . You are such an awesome writer. That in itself is a divine gift, and I hope that you have identified His purpose giving you that awesome talent. Dios te bendiga, Greg!." (Eden Rachel Espina, BS.N. friend of my wife, who called her Vangie. Rachel migrated in the States, went back to the Philippines, and taught at (WMSU) Western Mindanao State University , 1983-1985.at Zamboanga City, Phil. After which, she had convinced his hubby to come with her to Chicago, Illinois.

A high school mate

Today, a friend's call unraveled the fabric of existence which brought us back to life's green and red light;  and the knowledge that we knew yet is taken for granted due to the hustle and bustle of daily survival.

"Greg ", Boy ( Rustico Briones) said, "she is no longer with us." He was referring to his wife. And memories wafted in the bridging atmosphere over the phone. "Why didn't you give us a call," I said.
 "but I understood what will really happen in that particular scenario."

"Now I am alone," he continued. " Nope, you are not alone, I said, " Remember, Footprints.?
Yes, yes. He is with you but calls and talk to Him. You learned that in your parochial and seminary days. Recite all the prayers that you've learned. The Angelus...And Boy replied."Yes, and you know what... I even pray the Latin version. Of course and it's shorter.

By the way, Boy, are you familiar with the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy?

"No-o-oh !" he responded.

I see. You got a pen and paper, handy? I continued. It's just saying the Rosary but you begin with the Our Father... Hail Mary...  I believe ...(The  Creed)

On the large bead before each decade say: Eternal Father, I offer You the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of your dearly beloved Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ in atonement for our sins and those of the whole world. On the 10 small beads of each decade say: For the sake of His sorrowful Passion have mercy on us and on the whole world. Conclude with: Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, have mercy on us and on the whole world. (3 times) Follow it with: JESUS KING OF MERCY we trust in you! Simple, concise yet powerful. It's a celebration of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, right?

"That's very good. I am praying not just for myself. I will do that," was my mate's (Boy Briones) answer, which was swallowed by the stillness of the evening.

Living Every Day With Passion and Purpose

On May 1, 2015, I attended a 3 hour and 45 minutes of a life-changing event at St. Catherine Laboure, 3425 Thornwood Ave, Glenview, IL, sponsored by the Chicago Cursillo. ( My wife, Evangeline Rueles Caermare Trabanca, and I were members of the first Cursillo) in my birth town of Labason, Zambo del Norte, Phil.) That event too, back home was life-changing as wayward lives of couples, single men, and women were drowned in the maelstrom of change from those 3-day close door event/retreat. And the dawning of a new day to the life of the attendees who were: parish priest, the town mayor, professionals, and non-professionals. My wife and I were single at that time.

But this event at suburban Glenview tweaked the very core of my being. It is a decision point. The speaker, Matthew Kelley, is a New York Times best- selling author of 16 books, an internationally acclaimed speaker, and a business consultant to some of the world's largest and most admired companies. He has that unique ability to delve profoundly into the genius of Catholicism. He pulled you to be the best-version-of yourself. He talked about engagement- that in our journey on this planet we are engaged or disengaged at work, in marriage, as parents in our quest for health and well-being, in personal finances, environmentally, politically, and spiritually.

Matthew Kelley asked: Are we as Catholics highly engaged, massively disengaged, or in between?  What is the difference between highly engaged Catholics and disengaged Catholics?  He answered these questions in his book, The Four Signs of a Dynamic Catholic. How engaging 1% of Catholics could change the world.

The 4 signs he wrote are 1. PRAYER 2. STUDY 3. GENEROSITY 4. EVANGELIZATION. That highly engaged Catholics have a daily commitment to prayer, are continuous learners, generous, and the audacity to invite others to grow spiritually by sharing the love of God with them.

After all these years, I still hunger for learning new things that I have not encountered during my humble, younger, reckless, growing days.  The decade I was born was the best of decades, the best of years. WW 11 changed the panorama of the world. The years before and after that were wonderful, memorable, and beautiful years. "Those were the days my friends, we thought 'twill never end... we sing and dance...". We were happy!
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Chicago Christmas 2014

This is a moment to remember...
The sweet memories of the time
When lovely past  can't surrender
On those days blessed and sublime.

In the dark womb of oblivion
Emerge things so sweet, so noble
Rushing to create a vision
Linking pieces to assemble.

Inday came from Okinawa
With her son and daughter's smart kid.
From neighboring Canada;
Christmas endears Belen, indeed.

Riza and son from big Texas;
From Samoa came a woman
Bonding the families to last-
Unfolding tales on love's command.

....Ask anything of me in my name,

John 14:13-14 ) ... (13) And whatever you ask in my name, I will do so, so that the Father may be glorified in the son. (14) If you ask anything of me in my name, I will do it.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit. God is One. And there are 3 Divine Persons. In multiplication: 1x1x1 = 1. This is the mystery of the holy and blessed Trinity. In the beginning, in the history of creation, the Three  Divine Persons were present. Remember, to God nothing is impossible. As this mystery of the Three Divine Persons unfolded, we have a  clear picture but still, our non-Christian brothers don't have the audacity to grasp the truth.

No one has seen God the Father. Humanity has seen the Son who is Jesus, the Christ but some dare not believe because He was born in a manger, therefore He could not be classified as a King to lead the people out of bondage. And who is this son of a carpenter of Nazareth named  Joseph and a virgin mother, Mary? Jesus was conceived by the Holy Spirit). One day Jesus was nowhere to be found. They kept looking for him everywhere but on the third day they came upon him on the temple amongst teachers listening to them and asking them questions. Like doting parents, they asked him of his whereabouts of which he politely answered that he was in his Father's house.

 (Matt. 3: 16-17 ) And when Jesus was baptized, he at once came up from the water, and suddenly the heavens opened and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and coming down on him. And suddenly there was a Voice from heaven, saying "this is My beloved Son," with whom I am well pleased.

(John 2: 1-7) On the third day, there was a  wedding at Cana in Galilee. The mother of Jesus was there, and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited...And they ran out of wine since the wine provided for the feast had all been used, and the mother of Jesus said to him, They have no wine. Jesus said, 'Woman, what do you want from me? My hour has not come yet. 'His mother said to the servants, 'Do whatever he tells you.'... Jesus said to the servants, 'Fill the jars with water, and they filled them up to the brim.'

The Holy Eucharist

The Core of  Catholicism

"The Holy Eucharist is totally dependent on the priesthood. No priesthood, no Eucharistic sacrifice, no Holy Communion, no Eucharistic Adoration. " That is why there is a need for a Rosary for priests.

At the Women Center in Chicago, I accepted an assignment every Friday from 3 P.M.  to 4 P.M. for Perpetual Eucharistic Adoration ( this is actually in lieu of Evangeline, my wife for personal reason). Also on Friday at the Transfiguration Church from 7 P.M. to 8 P.M. - the novena of Jesus, the Nazarene patterned to that of Quiapo devotion in Manila, Philippines. I felt that it is my obligation to have at least an hour with the real presence of Jesus in the Holy Eucharist besides the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass on Sundays and Holidays of obligation.

After the Fall, we became mortal but we still cling to that idea of immortality. Finally, we found the answer when during the kingship of David, a Child was born giving birth to Christianity and usher the dawn of immortality. That Child King who was born in a manger, paid homage by three Magi guided by the ever glowing light of a star, hanged on a cross, bled, and cried, "my God, my God, why has Thou forsaken me?" Jesus died, but " the source of life flowed out for souls and the ocean of mercy opened up for the whole world."

Jesus died yet He is alive in the Holy Eucharist in the form of bread at the church or chapel. In some Roman Catholic chapels and churches, they have Perpetual Adoration which is a 24-hour watch on the Holy Eucharist.

Every 3 o'clock whether it is in the afternoon or in the early morning, it is a good practice to pray the Chaplet of the Divine Mercy beginning with this 3 o'clock prayer:

"You died Jesus, but the source of life flowed out for souls and the ocean of mercy opened up for the whole world. O fountain of Life, immeasurable Divine Mercy, cover the whole world and empty Yourself out upon us."
"O Blood and Water which flowed out from the heart of Jesus as a Fountain of Mercy for us, I trust in You.!"
Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, have mercy on us and the whole world." ( 3X)

The chaplet of the Divine Mercy.

Using the ordinary Rosary beads begin with - Our Father... Hail Mary...The Creed (I believe in..).
On the large bead before each decade - Eternal Father, I offer You the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of your dearly beloved Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ in atonement for our sins and those of the whole world.
On the 10 small beads of each decade: - For the sake of His sorrowful Passion have mercy on us and on the whole world.
Conclude with: - Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, have mercy on us and on the whole world. (3 times)
Jesus King of mercy, we trust in you!

 * (Imprimatur: Msgr. Josefino S. Ramirez, Vicar General & Chancellor, Archdiocese of Manila)

SA KABUKIRAN (IN THE COUNTRYSIDE)- IV

*** SA KABUKIRAN  (In the Countryside)
Lyrics from a copy of Jun-Jun A. Ramirez
English Translation by Greg In. Trabanca

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SA KABUKIRAN, LAYO ANG KASAKIT, ANG KALANGGAMAN AY NANAG-AWIT.
 ( In the countryside, sorrow is remote; the birds are lilting with melodious notes)

SA KABUKIRAN, LAYO ANG KASAKIT, ANG KALANGGAMAN AY NANAG-AWIT.
(In the countryside, sorrow is remote; the birds are lilting with melodious notes.)

MAOY GAINGING MGA PAGHADLA, MGA PARAYEG AHAY !!! MGA HUDYAKA.
(This is the moment of the carousel, of tenderness, of festive happiness )

ANG HINUYOHOY NAGLANOYLANOY SA KADAHUNAN UG KABULAKAN
( The  breeze wafting freely through the foliage, among the flowers.)

SA KADAHUNAN UG KABULAKAN.
 ( through the foliages, among the flowers)

O KINABUHI LON-LON KALIPAY, GAWAS HAMILI, WAY IKAGMAHAY.
( O Life fraught with happiness, besides simplicity, there's nothing to regret) 

SA....KA...BU...KIRAN LAYO ANG KASAKIT, ANG KALANGGAMAN //// AY NANAG-AWIT. (In the countryside, sorrow is remote; the birds are lilting with melodious notes.)              

POBRENG ALINDAHAW (MISERABLE DRAGONFLY) - III

***POBRENG ALINDAHAW  ( Miserable Dragonfly )
Lyrics from the notes of Jun Jun A. Ramirez
English Translation by  Greg In. Trabanca

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AKOY POBRENG ALINDAHAW, SA HUYOHOY GIANUD-ANUD
( I am a miserable dragonfly, gliding on a friendly breeze)

NANGITA UG KAPANIBAAN, AHAY!!! SA... TA...NAMAN, SA MGA KABULAKAN
(Searching for nectar to suck ...      sigh (ahay)...       among the plants,     among the flowers.)

ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY... ...ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY.   (a hurting sound)
aruy     aruy   aruy     aruy   aruy                  aruy    aruy      aruy    aruy    aruy

ANIA SI BULAK SA MGA KAHIDLAW.
(Here's the flower of quenching the thirsty cravings)                                                                      

ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY...         ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY, ARUY...( a hurting sound)
aruy     aruy     aruy     aruy     aruy                    aruy     aruy     aruy     aruy     aruy

DI KA BA MALOOY, NING POBRENG ALINDAHAW.
(Don't you have compassion, on this miserable dragonfly.)

SAKAYANON (THE SAILOR) - II

***SAKAYANON  (The Sailor)
Lyrics by: Jun Jun A. Ramirez
English Translation by: Greg In. Trabanca

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MIDAG-OM MIDAG-OM NA DAPIT SA ATONG HABAGATAN
(Nimbus clouds loom in the northern horizon)

PAGBANTAY, BANTAY MGA KAUBAN, ANG TIMBANGAN DILI PAGABIYAAN
Be watchful mates, don't leave the rudder)

AYAW BAYA KALIMOT NGA GIKALISANGAN KINING HANGINA
(Don't ever forget that this is a horrible wind that  sailors dread most)

MOGISI SA LAYAG MOGUBA SA ATONG SAKAYAN.
( It will split the sails, it will destroy our boat.)

TIMBANG KAMO, HINUBIG KAMO, DAGAN NGARI, DAGAN DIDTO,
 (Balance yourselves, ready with the water buckets, swiftly move here and then through there)

MAOY LABING PAIT ANG SA KINABUHING SAKAYANON,
(It is a very precarious life, this being a sailor)

INIT UG ULAN GIANTOS NAMO WAY PULOPASILONG
(Scorching heat or pelting rain, we weathered without shelter.)

ANIA PAY KATUGNAW UG KAKAPOY PA GAYUD INTAWON
(Here's the bone-penetrating coldness and the dire exhausting tiredness)

GIANTOS ANG TANAN KAY GINBUT-AN SA KAPALARAN
(All these, we relentlessly suffer for its mandated by fate.)    G-G7
 

Word of God

Ancient Greeks considered "Word" as power and wisdom. In the light of such insight, humankind ought to embrace the word of God, pondering it with humility and adoration. Blessed is the one who listens to the word of God  and allows it to bear fruit. The Prophet Isaiah provides a profound analogy for the word of God. He says, it is like a double-edged sword, which penetrates the  finest marrow of a bone. Thus says the Lord: "Yes as the rain and the snow come down from the heavens and do not return without watering the earth, making it yield and giving growth to provide seed for the sower and bread for the eating, so the word that comes from my mouth does not return to me empty, without carrying out My will and succeeding in what it was sent to do."

The declaration of Isaiah about the word of God alludes to the Bible's creation account. In the beginning, there was nothing. God said:, "Let there be light," and there was light...God spoke, and the whole creation came about by the power and wisdom of His word. Hence, the whole of creation speaks loudly and clearly of the power and wisdom of God. St Paul, writing to the Romans, verifies the fact, "Ever since the creation of the World His eternal power and divine nature, invisible though they are, have been understood and seen through the things He has made." (Rom 1:20) At the proper time, God spoke His word to prophets, who then instructed the people to live a righteous life. The prophet Jeremiah professes, "Your words were found and I ate them, and Your name, O Lord God of hosts" (Jer.15:16)

While confronting the devil in the desert, Jesus reminds us once again of the power and wisdom of the word of God. "Man does not live by bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God." Fallen humanity continues to pursue with all of its might the bread that will perish, while ignoring the true food that will last for all eternity the word of God. Jesus could easily decipher the disposition of the people of this world, as He compares them in the "Parable of the sower and the seeds" to the edge of the path, patches and thorns." The concerns and worries of this world do not allow the word of God to bear the desired fruit in the people. Yes, there are many in the world who give first place to the word of God, and they bear fruit in the hundred fold, in this life and the next.

St. John, in his gospel summarizes the mystery of the word of God, "In the beginning was the word, the word was with God, and the word was God." It is through the power of this word that all of creation came about. This same word instructed the prophets, and finally it became flesh and dwelth among men. Jesus is the living word of God - the power and wisdom. This wisdom has baffled human minds. Instead of humbly seeking divine guidance to understand the word of God, humankind continues to defy the will of God spelled out in the Holy Scripture. Laws are passed prohibiting the use of the word of God, and the uttering of the name of Jesus. But the disciples of Jesus should take courage and say, "Lord to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life."-
(Fr. Peter Fernandes, sfx)