THAT’S from the Book of Revelation. (2,10) As we approach the end of another liturgical year, it’s a message all worthwhile to keep strongly in mind. Christ assures us that everything will be all right despite all the trials, challenges and the other negative elements in our life.
We should just remain faithful to him who will bring everything to completion and perfection. We should just be eternity-ready, willing to leave everything behind, since all these things only have a temporal and relative value. What is of absolute and eternal value is whether we have faith and love for God which is verified in the way we handle with him all the things of our earthly sojourn.
We should therefore develop a sense of the end of our earthly life and the beginning of life hereafter. The end gives us a global picture and sheds light on the present. It guides us. It gives us a sense of confidence and security. It reassures us that we are on the right track, that we are doing well.
The sense of the end motivates us to make plans always, to be thoughtful and anticipative of things. It teaches us also a sense of order and priority. It motivates us to set goals, make schedules and the prudent use of time. Ultimately, it helps us to distinguish between the essential and the non-essential in our life.
A person who does not have a sense of the end is obviously an anomaly. He tends to be lazy and prone to his personal weaknesses, to drift off aimlessly and lose control of his life. Such person is usually called a bum, a tramp or a vagrant.
Since we all somehow pass through this stage, let’s hope that the phase be as short as possible, and that our reaction to it should produce the opposite effect of precisely taking the duty to develop this sense of the end more seriously.
There, of course, are some complicated people who philosophize too much by saying that we can never know the end, and so, they ask how can we develop a sense of the end? This kind of thinking is pure sophistry that can easily be dumped by the mere use of common sense.
It’s true that we may never know everything about the end, but it’s not true that we cannot know enough about the end of anything. That’s why we can only talk about a sense of the end, since it is a dynamic affair that has known and unknown, absolute and relative, constant and changing elements involved.
We are not dealing with mere mathematics and mechanical things alone in this life. There are spiritual and other intangible things involved that necessarily would require us to be continuously open to anything and discerning, flexible and focused.
And so, what we instinctively do in our daily ordinary affairs, we should also do, and, in fact, do it as best that we can, in the ultimate dimensions of our life. Here we have to be guided by our core beliefs that should penetrate beyond the material, temporal and worldly aspects into the realm of the spiritual, eternal and supernatural.
We need to see to it that even as we immerse ourselves as deeply as possible in our earthly affairs, we do not lose our sense of heaven and eternity. In fact, the ideal is that as we go deeper in our temporal affairs, our sense of heaven and eternity should also become sharper.





Shedding and rising again
Daw tanom, nahuhulog an mga dahon, nabalik man gihapon, nabubuhi, nagpapadayon!
Filipinos are like trees: they may shed their leaves when seasons of hardship arrive, but they never lose their roots. Their strength lies in resilience, their hope in renewal, and their beauty in rising again. Just as trees remind us that life continues after every fall, Filipinos embody the truth that no matter how many times they are tested, they will always stand tall and flourish once more. Just as trees lose their leaves in harsh seasons, Filipinos face storms, floods, and earthquakes that strip away comfort and security.
Outside my window are Pili Trees lined-up, almost identical in size and texture on its leaves and lately, leaves are strewn, piling up, and no matter how we sweep them, they come back each day. And then after a few weeks after that double typhoon, the autumn happening stopped, the trees are there robust and erect, flourishing again. The leaves that feel came in small numbers this time, the pile of brown leaves came in trickles they do not bother me that much, they had given me hope.
Though seasons tear, though tempests rage, Filipinos stand, page after page. Like trees that bloom when rains descend, they rise again, they do not end.
After, the shedding, it may be that the hurt may numb the senses and yet the pain will pass, as it would be.
As Typhoons, Calamities, disillusionment and even loss, we as humans are capable of rising yet living again…