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PRAYER FOR THE 2022 PHILIPPINE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION (English Version)
We implore you, Lord Jesus, to give our Filipino nation a chance to rise up from our misery and suffering and to cope with the pandemic crisis. Give us, through the coming election, a leader who will take care not of one’s self but of the poor and the needy, one who is God-fearing, who cannot be undermined by greedy, corrupt, and hypocritical politicians. Save our nation, which is thirsty for your love and justice. Through the help of Mother Mary, our mother and yours. Amen. (www.eastwindjournals.com)
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PRAYER FOR THE 2022 PHILIPPINE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION.(Pilipino Version)
Marapatin ninyo po, Panginoong Hesus, bigyan niyo po ang aming bayan nang pagkakataong bumangon sa aming hinagpis at umahon at umunlad sa panahong ito ng krisis at pandemya. Bigyan niyo po kami ng isang mamumuno sa darating na eleksiyon na ang kalooban ay hindi pang-sarili kundi para sa mga mahihirap at nangangailangan, isang maka-bayang maka-Diyos na ang puso ay buo at hindi kayang ibagsak ng mga politikong puno ng sakim, pagkukunwari, at pandaraya. Iligtas niyo po ang aming bayang uhaw sa inyong pagmamahal at katarungan. Sa tulong ni Mama Mary na ina namin at ina niyo, ating ina. Amen. (www.eastwindjournals.com)
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Lucy’s husband was in the ICU for two whole weeks, relentlessly fighting COVID. Not able to sleep well, she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, because her husband could not take it anymore. So she said a little prayer to Jesus to restore her spirit. Immediately, she felt his hand on her shoulder, and immediately she was completely calm. This is what we mean by LETTING GO. Surrender everything to God’s will at the moment of crisis. Her husband died that same day. (www.eastwindjournals.com)
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HOW FISHERMEN PAY THEIR MEDICAL BILLS. A True Story.
My Uncle Max had a humble home clinic in San Antonio, Zambales. His patients were mostly poor fishermen and farmers. To avoid their embarrassment, he would say in advance, “No need to pay. Charge it to the wind.” They would laugh.
When I visited Uncle Max, a soft-spoken fisherman came to ‘pay’ his dues with a huge taklobo (giant succulent shell eaten raw with vinegar and chili), a rare delicacy that made my eyes pop out. He said apologetically, “Please accept this gift. It was blown in by the wind.” We all laughed. He disappeared instantly. Uncle Max’s income consisted of live fish, live chicken, duck eggs, carabao’s (water buffalo) milk, the rarest of gifts hardly found in stores.
Uncle Max eventually migrated to Philadelphia, but even a seasoned neuro-surgeon like him who had saved many US soldiers in a hospital in Subic Naval Base during the Vietnam War, because he failed to pass the US medical board exam, was humble enough to be under a feisty head nurse. I asked if he could take the demotion. He answered, “Blessing in disguise. I’m too old to do brain surgery. My hands tremble. Life is simpler and better as a nurse.”