Why do we call our community priests “Father”?
The priest is a representation of our spiritual Father, the one they speak of in the bible. God. Allah. Yahweh. Jehovah. You give high praise to your priest each time you call him Father. It is an assertion of his status in the community of believers, a term of intimacy and endearment.
Why don’t we call our own fathers “Father”?
The word “Papa”were primarily imitative of the first sound babies make – the p, b and ah sound. In some parts of middle east and south asia, fathers are called “baba”. It eventually evolved in most parts to “da-da”. “Pops” is a loose term commonly used by later generations. We call our fathers pa or dad or pops because it’s phonetically simpler when we were kids.
Ok, in case I’m missing something, we call our priest Father to give high praise and call our own in all sorts of names because it is much simple to pronounce? We ought to give more attention to how we call our dads fathers. They’re a source of motivation, support, encouragement and protection.
My dad father never forces me to do things I don’t want to do. He trusts my judgement and know I’m responsible enough for my own actions. He never scolds, he never shouts, much more hurt me in any way. He doesn’t talk too much, but he’s sensitive in ways that he always knows what I want. Most of all, he respects me. He doesn’t impose his will just because that’s what he thinks is best for me, he takes a step back and objectively validates my actions, and it helped me to instinctively trust others as well.
When my mother passed away I knew there was a void left in her absence. Through it all, my father never looked weakened or defeated. Yes, there would times when he’d come home drunk, moments when he can barely contain the longing feeling, but he will recuperate. The next morning he’d come back stronger, with greater resolve to take on what life gives him.
Losing someone makes me value the people around me more, and indeed I should. My dad father has always been there for me so I never truly valued how important he is in who I am today. So for all the missed chances, forgotten texts and calls, nights when you had to worry waiting for me while I’m partying or sleeping off somewhere, I’d like to make up for it.
Happy Father’s Day, and this dinner’s on me.
The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty as the son who neglects them. – Confucius
So I was browsing the web when I found your daughter’s blog by accident. Boy was I surprised how much she’s grown (yeah, I know she appears on a local channel but I don’t really watch anything there so no chance to see her). No more baby fats. A nice lovely face. Gone were the rebellious look I think she wanted to portray back in the years when she had to live up to people’s expectations. To carry on with your legacy is not an easy task afterall. There was a distinct confidence in her radiating in every photo. And I liked it how she was pretty open with everything, sharing her experiences in her blog. Just like you did.
You’re a natural writer so it’s not surprising you kept your own blog. I revisited it again and naturally it’s not updated anymore, though somehow I can’t help feeling sad. I was there with you since you conceived A Free Mind. I was an outsider looking into your world, but you never made me feel alone. I admired your courage and your determination to go on, even during the Happy Battle. I even felt betrayed when we were told you were going away for good.
I hope your daughter will not be mad at me for snatching her photo, but her tattoo reminded me of you. It must have been a wonderful feeling when the supposed emblem of the country is now also a symbol that reminds people of you.
I think you’ve put up a good business in FMCC, but something tells me you didn’t intentionally start it just to earn profit. It was a vessel to deliver a message. You reignited people’s interests in the country by infusing the emblems to your own patriotism. You made us wear our country proud.
You showed everyone that it’s cool to love this country.
It was March three years ago when you left, but I still listen to the wisdom you shared. The music may be old, but the lyrics are still true. I regret that I didn’t know you personally, but you have touched me more than most of the people I know. And for that I am thankful.
From here on earth, peace out.
Your loyal fan,
- The Part Time Addict
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gusto ko lasapin ang tamis ng panahon
maniwala nakikita mo ba ang kahapon
ayoko mawalan ng pag asa
gusto ko ng masasayang ala-ala
sama sama sari sari sabay-sabay sabay sumasakay sa gulong ng buhay
mapa itaas o mapa ilalim ang tao ay nagtitipon wag tumakbo ng matulin
relax ka lang wag kumilos ng madalos kumilos ng maayos at umiwas ka sa galos
iisa lang ang ating katauhan bigyan kahulugan ang kasalukuyan
- Francis M., Ito ang Gusto Ko
Thank you, Mr. Rolando Mendoza.
Thank you for making us realize how incompetent our police force is when handling hostage crises. I didn’t even know that axes and sledgehammers are still considered special weapons by SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics). As the crisis dragged on we at least expected them to be more calm and prepared, but we can only guess why they had to storm the bus and risk the hostages’ lives.
Thank you Hong Kong government for issuing a travel advisory to discourage your people in going to the Philippines. Given the situation we really left you with no other choice. Not that your people will have any plans on visiting us in the near future anyway.
Thank you Philippine media for bringing the news real time to us and the rest of the world. Never mind that it might undermine the ongoing operations. Hey, as long as you deliver the news straight and fast it’s all well and good right? Err, for your TV ratings anyway.
Thank you fellow Filipinos for always staying true to yourself. By this I mean being nosy as usual. What you have seen on TV seemed not enough, and you had to take it upon yourself and see it personally. It amazes me how they seemed to appear out of nowhere and cram the whole place seconds after the assault.
Thank you President Noynoy for not being there when your people needed you. You could have at least showed your face and tell us that our Government is still on top of the situation, but I guess you can’t really do that because clearly, they are not. So instead of putting up a lie to calm the public (and probably the rest of the world) you decided not to show up until after it is over. Your people didn’t really wish you to solve it, but they at least wanted to know you were with them.
Thank you Mr. Rolando Mendoza, for these lessons you have showed us. With what you have done we can again show the world how resilient Filipinos are, how we can overcome any adversity. Thank you for you had united our country in condemning baseless killings and massive carnage. Thank you for reminding us that death is in everybody’s doorsteps and that somewhere in this world, there will always be someone planning to do something evil just to get ahead on their lives.
Post Script: Thank you Venus Raj for her major major achievement winning 4th runner up in the Ms. Universe pageant.
