Some years back, I worked for a non-profit organization. When people asked where, I would say “Pro-life.” The typical response would be “Ah, talaga? Sa Insurance? (Referring to Pru Life UK).” And then I proceed to tell them where I work and what it’s all about.
I am now asked what exactly is Pro-life? Perhaps the best definition comes from a non-profit organization where I worked for and stated in prolife.org.ph, “Pro-life Philippines is a non-profit organization concerned with issues on the inherent value and dignity of human life. Pro-life Philippines functions as a national body coordinating pro-life groups, providing education and documentation of life issues, and raising the consciousness of the Filipino people on respect and responsibility for human life. It is also an advocacy and legislative lobby group that advances the principles and policies consistent with the pro-life and family cause.” Founded in 1975 by Sr. Pilar Verzosa, RGS, her advocacy on promoting a culture of life does go a long way. From building maternity homes to lobbying in the congress, to championing the cause of the Pro-life movement by a Presidential decree by then President Cory Aquino proclaiming February as Pro-life month, the Pro-life movement has truly weathered storms and victories.
Furthermore, from “Evangelium Vitae”, the Encyclical Letter on the Value and Inviolability of Human Life by His Holiness Pope John Paul II last March 25, 1995, he stated, “THE GOSPEL OF LIFE is at the heart of Jesus' message.” He highlighted the story of Cain and Abel in Chapter 1 of his Encyclical and made sense to the Church’s teaching on valuing the human life. Most striking is the question, “What have you done?” (Genesis 4:10) which seems to be asked from us today. And to which Cain answered, “"Am I my brother's keeper?" (Genesis 4:9) is a perverse idea of freedom, according to Pope John Paul and which is sadly the case in this day and age.
It is quite wordy, but when it comes down to one thing, the Pro-life movement is really about protecting the value and dignity of human life, from conception to natural death. To which everyone is challenged to respond. Are you ready to take on the challenge?
For more information, log on to http://prolife.org.ph/ and be ready to defend life.
I have to admit something. I find it hard to think Christ as the King.
For me, brought about by our history, stories, media influence and my recent visit to Thailand where they still have their version of a king, my image of a king is someone high and mighty, lives in an extravagant and opulent abode, dressed in finery and adorned with the most sparkling gemstones you can ever find. This king is almost unreachable and someone I know in my lifetime, I will never meet.
Yet here is a King presented to us this Sunday. A King who was humbly born in a manger, dressed in simple robes, slept in other people’s homes, who walked on cobblestone roads the same as everyone else, who appreciated having children around him and someone who touched people – both literally and figuratively.
In today’s gospel, this King was hung on the cross, mocked, challenged, and was crucified. He hung on a cross and bore scars from the lashes and strikes when he was scourged. He was nailed on the cross and bore the scorching heat of the sun, and the terrible wind before the quake until his last breath.
We all know this King and relive his crucifixion and death every Holy Week. But what comes right after sings in every Christian’s heart… His resurrection. Because of His resurrection, if I may borrow Pope Benedict XVI’s words in his Easter Vigil homily last April 2006, “he broke the definitiveness of death, because in him the definitiveness of life was present.” He gave a new meaning to life and he is the living proof of the truth that life does not end in human form, but He “crosses” over from death to life so we can find eternal joy and happiness.
And no king of this world will ever compare to the gravity and love that Christ did for humankind.
A king may give glory to his people through material things, achievements and fulfillments of promises made, but Christ’s glory is like an amazing, almost blinding light that reaches even the darkest corners of the world. When defining a king, there are a lot of descriptions available. But when capitalized, “King” means God, Christ. Without the worldly images of a king, I can think of Christ as King, which makes me still and know He is God.
this past few days has been full of revelation, discovery and affirmation. Erika sort of "coached" me during our flight to bangkok. She he
Another thing that she made me realize is the value of VALUES learned during
On another note, I feel so blessed that god made a way for erika and me to rediscover the warmth of friendship, the challenges of being business partners. I’m forever grateful for you, dear. you’ve been one of God’s instruments to me.
i've always been interested in history. though i'm not good in memorizing, in remembering most of the details, when the topic of interest shifts to history, i'm all ears. i've always wanted to see old places - old houses (not exactly live in them though), relics and the lot. i'm forever fascinated with the places where Christ has walked on (
this year, my boss has planned to go to angkor wat. a few weeks ago, i visited a friend's multiply site and stumbled upon his entry and pictures of the angkor wat. a few days ago, my sister announced she will be going to ANGKOR WAT! and so when she came back it was really a day full of stories of angkor wat and
angkor wat is really beautiful, and i really really would be planning a trip there soon. hopefully i'll save up til next year to go. but more than the breathtaking pictures and the beautiful tales and discoveries of angkor wat, my heart tugged at the history of
torture camp. she told of tales on how people were tortured (taking out fingernails, slicing off nipples, electric shocks and babies being thrown on trees to save on bullets a few of them), on how "education" was deceived for people to send their sons and daughters to this camp and for no apparent reason, millions of cambodians was tortured and killed during pol pot's regime of four years (1975-1979). after hearing the shocking tales of torture, i couldn't keep my mind off pol pot and the history there so i searched the net and stumbled upon stories that my human mind and heart cannot really swallow. those images formed from my reading the stories painted a very horrific and unhuman picture and i am sure that what my mind can conceive is even far worse than what actually happened. my heart goes for them at this moment. no matter how hard and how sad our country's state seem to be in, i feel that cambodia, at this moment, even needs more attention and more prayers from people who can. i cannot believe that such inhumane acts actually happened in the late '70s. this was actually a wake-up call for me. no wonder angelina jolie (after tomb raider) became so passionate about land mines and working with the refugees there.