jovic (this is not an obituary!!!)
It seems that nobody noticed that Jovic Velez is no longer manning his turf in what we formerly called the 20/11 Office but now the Office for General Repair. Now even that office has to go as the parish personnel, specifically the Accounting Office, begins to assume his functions in the project. It does not mean however, that the project is over. We still have to finish the Shrine, we still have to redo the garden at the facade, we have to take out the mortuary, we have to construct the Columbarium and Ossuary in its stead, and, God willing, we have to repair the other sacristy (if you are facing the altar that’s the big room on your right) to make way for the Bishop’s Chapel, which will, in the future be the repository of the liturgical paraphernalia used for Archdiocesan celebrations. This church is not just a parish church after all, but the cathedral of an Archdiocese.
In this column I would like to express the parish’s gratitude to Jovic Velez for his sacrifice. I call it a sacrifice on his part because what he was receiving for his work here compared to what he was receiving when he was an agent for a pharmaceutical company is a mere pittance. And besides compared with his former work where all he did was meet the doctors, the latter is superbly elementary. Meeting the expectations of a Michael Caling, a Philip Neil Antenor Cruz, and myself, and considering that at one time he has to orchestrate the work of a little less than a hundred men, plus the other nitty-gritty details of an almost always depleting budget (add here the incessant pestering of collectors), I say again, his former work was superbly elementary. I believe when the time comes he will go to heaven directly for having suffered his purgatory here on earth this early.
Jovic was a contemporary at the St. Vincent Ferrer Seminary which I believe is the reason why despite his meagre income in his work here, he is happy, and perhaps fulfilled. Well, probably, that is, for I never noticed him heaving a sigh of relief when we told him that we are closing down the office.
The parish of Jaro owes him appreciation and gratitude.
Jovic, thank you so much. You may have a trauma or two working with us through all these years but I think in the long run you will miss us. Nevertheless your name is written not just in heaven (as clerics usually say to their lowly paid workers), but even under the Chair (the cathedra) of the Archbishop himself for posterity and for a job well done I will specifically instruct Jun, our artist-painter, who is now painting the Last Judgement scene at the choir loft, to paint your face as one of those who merit the great reward of heaven. I am not joking.
Thank you so much.
In this column I would like to express the parish’s gratitude to Jovic Velez for his sacrifice. I call it a sacrifice on his part because what he was receiving for his work here compared to what he was receiving when he was an agent for a pharmaceutical company is a mere pittance. And besides compared with his former work where all he did was meet the doctors, the latter is superbly elementary. Meeting the expectations of a Michael Caling, a Philip Neil Antenor Cruz, and myself, and considering that at one time he has to orchestrate the work of a little less than a hundred men, plus the other nitty-gritty details of an almost always depleting budget (add here the incessant pestering of collectors), I say again, his former work was superbly elementary. I believe when the time comes he will go to heaven directly for having suffered his purgatory here on earth this early.
Jovic was a contemporary at the St. Vincent Ferrer Seminary which I believe is the reason why despite his meagre income in his work here, he is happy, and perhaps fulfilled. Well, probably, that is, for I never noticed him heaving a sigh of relief when we told him that we are closing down the office.
The parish of Jaro owes him appreciation and gratitude.
Jovic, thank you so much. You may have a trauma or two working with us through all these years but I think in the long run you will miss us. Nevertheless your name is written not just in heaven (as clerics usually say to their lowly paid workers), but even under the Chair (the cathedra) of the Archbishop himself for posterity and for a job well done I will specifically instruct Jun, our artist-painter, who is now painting the Last Judgement scene at the choir loft, to paint your face as one of those who merit the great reward of heaven. I am not joking.
Thank you so much.
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