psalm 122: we are all pilgrims. 1st sunday advent A
Let
us reflect on our responsorial psalm – Psalm 122. It is entitled a psalm of ascent, meaning it
is a psalm, it is a song of pilgrims as they are climbing up, in this case they
sing as they climb up to Jerusalem to the temple of God, to the house of God which
is located on top of a hill called Mt. Zion.
"I rejoiced because
they said to me, 'We will go up to the house of the LORD.' And now we have set foot within
your gates, O Jerusalem." I do not know among the sisters if they can
still sing while climbing up. Some of
us, and that includes me, can only sing up to a certain point, but I don't
think I can sing all the way. You are
young, meaning you can still sing all the way to the top.
So this is what they do – they sing while on
pilgrimage, they sing as they climb.
The Jews go on pilgrimage because a pilgrimage
is a metaphor of life. Life is like a
pilgrimage. In life we are traveling
from point A to point B, we do not stay put, we do not remain as it was in the
beginning is now and will be forever, no.
As we travel we climb and as we climb, we move higher. We grow – we grow old, we grow big, we grow
tall, we grow beards, we grow pimples, we grow fat, we grow mature, we grow in
our responsibility, we grow in wisdom – some become more beautiful, others
become more ugly, we all started developing outer beauty but we all end up
content with inner beauty. The fact is we
cannot remain as it was, we cannot remain as is.
And so the pilgrimage is also a metaphor of the
spiritual growth - it reminds us that life is always a journey going to a
higher place, to a higher realm, a higher sphere, to a higher stage. When a nephew was born my brother in law told
me, he was still a very young father, anyway he asked while we were looking at his
child – if you are given a chance would you want to be an infant again, mahibi
ka lang kadtoan ka and then patiti-on ka, then hibi ka na man ilisan ka diaper,
then since you are the cutest in the house all the attention is yours, all the
adulation, all the toys, all the coddling minus the chores, minus the
responsibilities, minus the work, making mistakes would even make you look
cuter to them. Would you want to be an
infant again?
Many times our questions are revealing. Probably my brother in law was tired,
probably he was thinking nagabudlay ang pangabuhi, may salaguron na ako, tani
wala lang, tani tawhay lang, tani soltero man ko gihapon, tani kapagusto ako
kon san-o ako bugtaw – now I have to work, I have to earn, I have a baby, I
have a family to feed. Yes there was a
time nga tawhay ang tanan but as I said life is a pilgrimage, we cannot remain
there forever.
Vocation is life. There are leave takings at every stage. Sang pagsulod ko sa seminaryo 12 years old
ako wala ako naghibi, ipakita ko gid sa ila nga isog-isog gid ako. Then after some time ginpamemorize kami sang
isa kag tunga nga long size bond paper, type written, two columns nga poem, in
spanish, to be recited the next day naghibi na ako, indi na ako kaagwanta. There I realized that life was difficult,
things will not be coming to me as easily as it was before. Here I learned to scrub floors, to brush the
bathroom walls, to wash dishes, to do chores, to care the for the sick (I did
that for 8 years), to eat what is provided.
Here I learned to accept no for an answer, (Father can I go out? No.) and
learn to get along with life with the little I have. Here I learned to serve without counting the
cost, just the joy of doing things for others.
Here I learned to do what I don't want to do, to eat what I don't want
to eat, to be with people I never want to be with. And then something strange happened – at a
certain point in my life, I learned to love them all. Why? because one day I realized that there
was something, there was actually someone I came to love more. And that is the start of vocation. Little by little God showed me where he
wanted me to be, what he wanted me to do.
I entered the seminary at 12 years of age
because I was curious to see a cow drinking directly from the faucet. So I became a priest because of cows, giving
a new meaning to the expression "holy cow".
Our cow then knew how to open a faucet.
I only realized when I was already here that cows and any cow for that
matter can easily do that after some time and it is not an admirable accomplishment. It would have been admirable if cows knew how
to close the faucet they opened nga kabalo sila magsira sang ila gin-abrihan. I found out then that they did not. Precisely men are better than cows because we
can close faucets and conserve water. If
you do not, then you are no better than a cow.
SO far that's the involvement of the cows in my
vocation – the rest is God's.
They say we are born with a close fist – hands
closed. Vocation sets in when we have
learned to little by little open that clenched fist, to be generous and willing
to share. And the highest response is
when like Jesus we open the palm of our hands fully and allow the nails to be
hammered on them and pass through them.
The highest response to vocation is when we allow our arms to be opened
and outstretched on the cross like Jesus so that others may have life. That's the peak of vocation – bukas palad,
bukas kamay.
Raise your right hands – open your hands –
Jesus, I am allowing you to use me for your purpose. Jesus take my hand. That is vocation.
We are pilgrims – we come from point A and we're
going to point B. Sometimes we enjoy
marching together as one, other times we feel tired, not wanting to move an
inch. It's Ok. We feel that way too from time to time. But as the psalms say just keep on singing.
Today we start advent. Advent reminds us that
we are pilgrims, walking, travelling, climbing.
We came from somewhere and we have a goal, a destiny, a purpose to
fulfill. One day there will be an end as
Jesus says there will be in our gospel today.
We do not know when but there will be.
We pray that in the end we will be found ready because we responded to
the call, to our vocation with openness and generosity.
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