The Holiness of Mothers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3H85rG_T3_A&index=1&list=UUgS8YOBrFa_EhKvZvr79ZmQ
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Monday, June 5, 2017
June 5, 2017
Dream
It was the end of a conference and I was in the process of checking out of the hotel. I was trying to decide whether I should spend another day to check out the town and do some sightseeing by taking the bus or a tourist bus. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Walked back to the hotel and was looking around. A young woman asked what I am doing next and I said I don't know. She said I should do some writing for the next generation.
Woke up wondering what it means...
As I made pancake breakfast and after eating, I felt my heart rate go faster. I took a dilthiazem and half a fleicanide. Then went to pilates.
It feels like a panic attack but I could tell my mind not to be afraid.
I just need to rest. The last three days have been full of people.
It was the end of a conference and I was in the process of checking out of the hotel. I was trying to decide whether I should spend another day to check out the town and do some sightseeing by taking the bus or a tourist bus. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Walked back to the hotel and was looking around. A young woman asked what I am doing next and I said I don't know. She said I should do some writing for the next generation.
Woke up wondering what it means...
As I made pancake breakfast and after eating, I felt my heart rate go faster. I took a dilthiazem and half a fleicanide. Then went to pilates.
It feels like a panic attack but I could tell my mind not to be afraid.
I just need to rest. The last three days have been full of people.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
June 3 2017
Dream (after Kamayan with Rako, Vince Sales, James, Nini and Phoenix)
Family was renting a country home somewhere. Lots of people milling around, children playing. We were all getting ready to go to SSU graduation so we were preparing sandwiches -- which were quite messy to prepare - like using green salad to put in between two pieces of toast. it wasn't quite working and we were running late.
When we finally got to SSU we were an hour late and Miriam said we could still use our tickets but then we all just decided to skip it and said we'd just check out the campus.
The campus is in the heart of Manila - the Philippine Normal University -- and it was crowded and very quickly I got separated from my family. Wondering around Cal finally found me. He was riding a chariot but now i don't remember whether it was a horse or a big dog that was pulling him. I still had to walk along with him on the way back...and then i saw that there was an alternate way go down a path. Instead of the stairs, there were rollers so I took these rollers down and down...and soon I was in a basement and couldn't find my family. I wandered around and saw an alley thinking it was a short cut to get back to campus but it turned out to be an ancient obstacle course that has been abandoned. I had to go through each obstacle course and in one part of it, i got sucked by air that sent me flying and then abruptly ended on a cliff and then i had to thread my way around the chasm holding on to dry and brittle trunks of trees. When I finally got back on the main street I was still lost and i couldn't recognize anything. I didn't have my bag and cell phone and even if i could borrow a cell phone i didn't remember the cell phone numbers of Cal and Dustin. It was getting dark and I was getting worried.
I woke up tired and I kept telling myself it was just a dream and it's okay.
Family was renting a country home somewhere. Lots of people milling around, children playing. We were all getting ready to go to SSU graduation so we were preparing sandwiches -- which were quite messy to prepare - like using green salad to put in between two pieces of toast. it wasn't quite working and we were running late.
When we finally got to SSU we were an hour late and Miriam said we could still use our tickets but then we all just decided to skip it and said we'd just check out the campus.
The campus is in the heart of Manila - the Philippine Normal University -- and it was crowded and very quickly I got separated from my family. Wondering around Cal finally found me. He was riding a chariot but now i don't remember whether it was a horse or a big dog that was pulling him. I still had to walk along with him on the way back...and then i saw that there was an alternate way go down a path. Instead of the stairs, there were rollers so I took these rollers down and down...and soon I was in a basement and couldn't find my family. I wandered around and saw an alley thinking it was a short cut to get back to campus but it turned out to be an ancient obstacle course that has been abandoned. I had to go through each obstacle course and in one part of it, i got sucked by air that sent me flying and then abruptly ended on a cliff and then i had to thread my way around the chasm holding on to dry and brittle trunks of trees. When I finally got back on the main street I was still lost and i couldn't recognize anything. I didn't have my bag and cell phone and even if i could borrow a cell phone i didn't remember the cell phone numbers of Cal and Dustin. It was getting dark and I was getting worried.
I woke up tired and I kept telling myself it was just a dream and it's okay.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Interview on Revolutionary Wellness TalkRadio
Decolonization and Learning to Dwell in Place
Rochelle McLaughlin hosts this interview. Please enjoy.
Rochelle McLaughlin hosts this interview. Please enjoy.
The Holiness of Mothers
(I gave this talk at Daly City United Methodist
Church
May 14, 2017, in honor of Mother's Day)
THE HOLINESS OF MOTHERS
Grateful to be on Ohlone land.
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When Lilian Sacun called
me a month ago about speaking with you today, I was at my grandson’s baseball
game as a weekend chaperone where we watched him play 4 games during the
weekend. For that is what Lolas do, isn’t it? We drop everything when we are
called to our apo-stolic ministry.
That is also exactly what
my Mother used to do when we were growing up. Children always came first. My mother
was a one-woman social welfare agency; she often brought in kids from the
street, bathed them, fed them, and then sent them home.
All of us have memories of
our mothers doing ordinary acts as if they were extraordinary.
This is why I want to
focus my talk on the Holiness of Mothers.
***
In
Hawaii, there is a sacred site called the birthing stones where the Hawaiian
royal babies were born in ancient times. The place, Kukaniloko, is believed to
be filled with mana and it is here
that the gods would recognize the child’s royal birth.
When a Filipino
American friend brought me to that site a few years ago, before we entered the site, he
offered a chant to ask permission for entry, and he asked us to remove our
shoes for we were on holy ground.
As I walked bare feet around this sacred site with tears in my eyes, the
thought that kept coming to me was Thank
you for the holiness of mothers. My tears were my prayer at that moment in
that sacred ground.
Ever since then I’ve
always reflected on the holiness of Mothers.
***
For several years now I
have also been reflecting on my Mother’s Catholic faith and how she agreed to
become a Methodist when she married my father. I have often wondered how that
conversion affected her devotion to Mother Mary and how she may have had to
hide it. I feel in my heart today that it may have been Mother Mary who
sustained her faith and gave her strength and courage to raise six children.
So this morning, it feels
right to me to talk about the holiness of the mother of Jesus, Mary.
In preparing this talk, I
looked for information as to why Protestants do not talk about Mary a lot. I found plenty of information online
which I am not able to detail here but I share these few points:
·
Around 1054, the
Eastern Orthodox Church calls Mary – Theotokos
- The Mother of God. Acc to the church, Mary was chosen by God and Mary freely
cooperated in that choice…therefore, she is honored above all saints.
·
Around 1500, Martin
Luther, the Protestant reformer, wrote “Mary is the embodiment of God’s grace” as he was writing a
commentary on the Magnificat (Mary’s hymn of praise to the Lord based on the
gospel of Luke)
·
Marian
devotion lost favor with Protestants in the 16th century. In the
meantime, as Catholicism spread during the colonial era, churches were built on
top of sacred sites that were dedicated to the goddess. In ancient cultures there are myths
that refer to the virgin birth of the gods.
·
Today,
Protestants are beginning to take another look at Mary as a bridge to
ecumenism. Cynthia Rigby, a Presbyterian theologian, writes that Mary is the
archetypal Christian, the mother of all believers.
·
Kathleen
Norris, a poet/ author, says that she didn’t learn much about Mary from her
Methodist and Congregational upbringing but after spending time in Benedictine
monasteries, she grew to identify with Mary. "Like Mary, I am invited each
day to bring Christ into the world in my prayers, thoughts, and actions,"
she says.”
·
In the book Mary: A Flesh-and-Blood Biography of the Virgin
Mother, Middle East historian Lesley Hazleton speculates that Mary
may have been a shepherd, herding sheep and goats on the craggy hillsides and
learning about healing and herbal cures from village women, techniques she
passed along to her son. https://www.usnews.com/news/religion/articles/2008/01/25/a-warm-protestant-welcome-for-mary
·
Mary is also revered
as a symbol that bridges disparate cultures. Mary appears prominently in the
Koran, where she is compared to Hagar, the mother of Ishmael, founder of the
Islamic nation. In Mexico, where she appeared to an oppressed Aztec Indian in
the 16th century, she is Nuestra SeƱora de Guadalupe; ten million pilgrims a
year flock to a shrine honoring the dark-skinned Madonna. (https://www.usnews.com/news/religion/articles/2008/01/25/in-search-of-the-real-virgin-mary
·
In the Philippines,
devotion to the Virgin Mary is the “mother of all devotions.” http://www.positivelyfilipino.com/magazine/2013/5/mother-of-all-devotions
So clearly there is a powerful
resonance to the story of Mary, the mother of Jesus, that is beyond theological
and doctrinal debates in the history of the Christian church.
Personally, I am most
attracted to the story that Mary may have been a shepherd learning about
healing and herbal cures from other village women; something she may have
passed on to her son.
I have been interested in
the ways that indigenous peoples and their spirituality manifest in their
relationship to the animate Earth. This is what we call traditional ecological
knowledge and indigenous science today but if you ask the indigenous folks how
they know which plants contain medicine, they simply say: The plants told me. The plants are alive.
So when I think of Mary as
a shepherd who might have known of healing power of herbs and plants and that
she might have taught this to her son, it is very meaningful to me.
We, too, have mothers or
grandmothers who may be arbularyos or hilots, who know the healing power of
ampalaya, guava leaves, alugbati, malunggay, guyabano, at iba pa. We may have
had mothers and grandmothers who connect with the spirit world as mediators and
bring healing from Spirit. Today we still have healers, shamans or medicine
people. In our Filipino languages they are called babaylan, catalonan, mombaki,
belian, ma-aram, arbularyo, …
The fact that these gifts
may have been lost to many of us (because they have been demonized) in this
modern age doesn’t negate the fact that this knowledge may still be in our
cultural DNA waiting to be awakened.
Perhaps if we ask Mary, if we ask our beloved ancestral mothers, we will
begin to awaken the memories of our wholeness as indigenous peoples before we
were called Filipinos. Even before we were Methodists.
I bring up this up as a
way of talking about different ways of Being in the world.
Just like Mary, the mother
of Jesus, whose story invites us to think of the holiness of Mothers.
According
to Jason Byassee, former pastor of Shady Grove United Methodist Church in
Providence, North Carolina and now a professor of theology, “For Protestants to
ask Mary for her prayers may be the key to future ecumenism.”
Another
Presbyterian theologian, Cynthia Rigby, argues that if there
is a common theme that resonates in Protestant attempts to recoup something lost
in the rejection of Mary, it is the description of her as the archetypical
Christian, the mother of believers. "We too are ‘virgins’ who are
incapable of bearing God," until God deigns to be born in our ordinariness
as in Mary’s.
What I get from these
sources is that the call to reconsider the importance of Mary in Protestant
churches is a call to build ecumenical spirit, to encourage interfaith
dialogue, and to create bridges across all kinds of differences. Or simply, to
reclaim the power to birth God in the ordinariness of our lives.
In the recovery of our
Filipino indigenous spirituality, I invite us to honor our Filipina mothers who have always
been powerful not in a domineering or better-than-thou way, but powerful
because they offer their lives in service to their families and communities in
the same way that Mary offered her life to serve God’s purpose.
I invoke the holiness of
mothers as the power to create Bridges: for example, the bridge between our
US-born kids and immigrant parents. As a university professor, I have taught
many Filipino Americans who tell me of their conflicted relationships with
their parents. They talk about their confusion in their sense of identities as
Filipino Americans. They question why their parents have not been helpful in
clarifying what it means to be Filipino. They talk about miscommunication or
the difficulty of bridging the generation and cultural gap between their
immigrant parents. But I’ve also
seen the healing of this gap when the children and parents are encouraged to
fully embody our Filipino indigenous spirituality alongside our devotional
faith as Methodists or Catholics. Believe me, it really is not an either-or. We
can do both.
I invoke the holiness of
mothers as the power to create the bridge between our neighbors of different
faiths. I don’t know about you but there is a part of me that feels envious
when my Filipino Catholic friends have their various religious festivals to go
to – the Santo Nino in January, the Santacruzan in May, the Simbang Gabi in
December, 9-day novenas when someone dies, etc. I guess that is why I wanted to
talk about Mary today…because I am wondering how we might create bridges of
communion with our Filipino Catholic kapwa.
I invoke the holiness of
mothers as the power to create bridges with our co-workers who are different
than us. There are many of areas of conflicts in our workplaces that might push
us to the margins, push us to become silent, or push us to become subservient.
I think if we recognize our holiness, we will also have the courage to break
the rules, to speak up, to fight against racial injustice, call out racial
microaggressions, and to stand up for other coworkers who are being
discriminated against. So, Mothers, please take up your holiness and let it give
you courage.
I invoke the holiness of
mothers as the bridge to create communication within our communities that does
not tear down but build up one another. Let’s have enough of “kanya-kanya
mentality” or colonial mentality. Let’s learn how to work together with people
that we may not like; let’s learn how to have deep conversations; let’s learn
how to use our pakikiramdam to listen to each other in a deep way that connects
our kapwa and loob. We live in a culture that fosters disconnection and separation
because the more disconnected we are, the more fearful we become; the more
fearful we are, the more they can sell us goods, and mindless tv shows, and
junk food. Dear Mothers, please invoke your holiness to create better
alternatives for our descendants.
The essence of our
pagka-Pilipino is PakikipagKapwa, KAgandahang Loob at Pakikiramdam – no English
words can fully capture the meaning of these concepts. So to capture the
meaning, we have to look to our Mothers who manifest these values. I think
about Filipina mothers who are also nurses, caregivers, nannies, managers,
entrepreneurs, teachers, social workers, counselors, stay at home moms.
I am in awe of mothers
whose hearts are so open and that they can behold so much with compassion. Just
like when Mary had to behold her son on the cross, taking in his suffering into
her own heart and body.
When I think of the
holiness of Filipina mothers, I think of the desperate choices that some
mothers are sometimes forced to make – the choice to leave our own children to
take care of other people’s children in another country; the choice to leave
the homeland to seek opportunities elsewhere; the choice to leave abusive
partners; and sometimes even the choice to stay and bear suffering in silence.
Yes, I call this work of
making such choices as Holy Work because we trust and have faith that God would
not deem our choices as mistakes or sins.
Moral and ethical choices that are often imposed on us by circumstances
beyond our control are difficult and heart-wrenching. Sometimes these codes are a way to maintain the superiority
of men over women, or the notion of what is “developed or modern” versus
“traditional, undeveloped and third world”. I think in another sermon someday,
I would want to talk about how Christianity has been wedded to capitalist
values and how it has been in collusion with the degradation of the Earth…and
of women and children. It breeds separation and disconnection.
When I think of the
holiness of mothers, I think of the comfort women who were taken by the
Japanese as sex slaves during WW2.
I think of them because this is still happening and being perpetrated by
human traffickers today albeit in different forms. One of my friends, Evelina Galang, will soon be publishing
the stories of these Lolas. As I was reading the manuscript, I would often
break down and cry at the horrible acts that dishonored their bodies and their
spirit. In the reading of their stories, I had to allow their stories to get
into my body. This is how I know that stories are alive and powerful. I want to honor these Lolas and what
they have endured. And we must read their stories and tell others about it. The
Lolas said that if we allow their stories to enter our bodies, perhaps wars
will end.
And finally, when I think
of the holiness of mothers, I think of the stories that we will pass on. I
think of the answers to the question: What
kind of ancestor are you going to be? Dear Mothers, this is a good question
to always carry in our hearts.
When I think of the holiness of mothers, I do not
think of the Hallmark version of Mother’s day.
I think of the holiness of
Mothers as the ground of my faith, the rock of my foundation. I pray that we
may look to Mary, the mother of Jesus; Mary, embodiment of God’s grace; Mary,
the mother of all saints; Mary, the shepherd; and Mary the herbalist and
healer.
All our Mothers are Holy.
As you celebrate your Mother today, may you be filled with love, gratitude,
kindness; may you be filled with the sweetness of remembering all of her Holy acts that carry you
through each day and always ...like a lullaby that soothes our aches, pains,
and our longings to be cradled in the bosom of a Holy Mother.
Sa Ugoy ng Duyan…
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