It’s 122 days until the Baccalaureate Mass & Graduation. After graduation, I move to Saint Patrick Seminary & University for theological studies. Visit this page each day leading up to graduation, to read about one person who has influenced my life and in a more unique way, made my vocation come alive.
These people come in no particular order or priority and represent only a snippet of my life. This blog is a simple exercise to remind us that amidst a chaotic world, God blesses us. Enjoy and be reminded of your blessings.
** CLOSING NOTE: So concludes Project 122. Thanks be to God. It is my hope that these short stories have been reminders for each of us to take time out and recall the blessings in our own lives. In this season of Easter Joy don’t forget to be the joy of the Risen Christ for others.
#01 (May 06, 2010)
My Goddaughter
Jennifer came into my life as a young and vibrant fifth grader. She joined the 6:45pm choir with the other kids, sporting their ponchos. They came every Sunday and sang joyfully. I noticed something about Jennifer, so I asked her to try singing a Responsorial Psalm for Easter. And so she did….Psalm 118. The rest is history from there.
I am seeing her grow up really fast! I have seen her cantor through several parishes in San Francisco, I have seen take her first audition to join the music program in her high school. I have seen her go through many of the retreats I hosted. I have seen her make me a warm peppermint mocha for me whenever I am over. I have seen her do many wonderful things for God, herself, and others.
I was touched when she chose me to sponsor her for the Sacrament of Confirmation. Since she received the sacrament we have become much closer! I can already see how God is using her to build up the Church.
Today, she will have her first solo for her high school choir performance. I am very proud of her because she kept on auditioning no matter what the outcome and finally got a part. I wish I could bi-locate so that I can be there tonight to witness her first performance, but God has other plans.
She inspires me simply because of who she is. Simply put, it’s amazing how 15 year olds can be reminders of the practical wisdom of life! Whenever I finish up with a big tasks or project, she never gives me the ‘light of day.’ She simply looks at me and says, “Good job, JR.” I say in return, “That’s all you have to say?” Her response, “Yeah. It keeps you humble.”
I remember one time, I threw out the idea of questioning whether I should be a priest or not.
Jennifer: “JR, do you want to be a priest?”
JR: “Yes.”
Jennifer: “Than be a priest.”
I am very excited that she will joining many of my loved ones as she comes to Mount Angel Seminary tomorrow for the festivities. Jennifer, I love you. Thank you for blessing my life with joy and with wisdom that touches the heart. Thank you for being my Goddaughter and for blessing our journey.
#02 (May 05, 2010) Barnabas
It was a very cold and wet evening last night as I stumbled across my Carmelite friend, Brother Marinello. We took a stroll and sat at the bench outside of the retreat house. Brother Marinello has known me since I stepped foot onto Mount Angel Seminary in 2006. We reminisced of where God has led us these past four years. He said something that struck me when referring to the many seminarians we have met, “Discernment is more than a concept, it has a face.” We are able to journey with others who have influenced and inspired our lives. We are able to see how God moves and acts in their lives and similarly in our own.
These men are like those whom Reverend Mr. Ysrael Bien referred in his homily a few days ago:
“Barnabas saw the possibilities in Paul… Barnabas truly lives up to his name, “son of encouragement,” “son of consolation.” We too are sons and daughters of encouragement and consolation. We are the modern day Barnabas, people who should able to see the grace of God at work in others, the good in others and rejoice in them.”
Many who have come and gone through this hilltop have been a Barnabas to me. These men, young and old, are a snapshot of those who have been encouragement and consolation. They have been the face of joy and the face of discernment. But above all they have been the face of the Beloved. They have been what Deacon Joey proposed, “Those who help us to fall in and stay in love with God.”
So, I pose the same question that Deacon Ysrael presented at the close of his homily: Who is Barnabas in your life? Are you a Barnabas for others?
My deepest gratitude, dear Brothers, for blessing our journey.
#03 (May 04, 2010)
My grandmother and I at Treasure Island
“Practice, practice, practice.” These were the words of Mama when I played the piano as a young teenager. Just like my parents, she gave me the faith. On Sunday mornings, I accompanied Mama to Saint Patrick’s Parish. She sang in the adult choir while I sat in the pew. She made sure I wore a tie because according her that’s what you do when you go downtown. She gave me the faith, when I saw her pray her rosary silently every night at her bedside. She gave me the faith when she led the devotional prayers every Friday at our downtown parish.
Mama also gave me a passion for music. She use to pull up old black and white pictures when she was an organist at the parish in the Philippines. She tells the story of how the Monsignor of Saint Patrick’s Parish got her a job and the first thing she wanted to buy was a piano in the states.
Everyday a bunch of folks gather at her place in the lobby downstairs to pray the rosary. She told me that they pray for me everyday by name. Knowing that the people God in San Francisco are praying for me has been my encouragement these past years.
Mama, thank you for loving me, thank you for being my inspiration, and thank you for blessing our journey.
#04 (May 03, 2010)
A picture of Father Joe and I nearing the close of the Farewell Mass four years ago
I was a young teenager when I knocked on the door of Saint Stephen Rectory looking for a job in San Francisco. This is the priest who gave me a chance. I am grateful to this day because he allowed me to grow in the parish. He is a very spiritual and practical priest and I have enjoyed the years working with him in building up God’s kingdom at the parish. He’s always been supportive of my ideas, always ready for good laugh, and a pleasure to be around. I remember the day (Christmas Eve) I leaned over the marble communion rail and it came tumbling down. I was very worried that I would upset Father Joe! He laughed and handled it graciously and said he would take it out of my paycheck!
I received a call from Father Joe earlier in the week. He had a few requests, one of which, was an invitation to his priestly anniversary of 46 years and his retirement party from active ministry. It was then that I realized how time has flown by since I entered the seminary in 2006. Now in a few days I will be graduating from Mount Angel and coming home to Saint Patrick’s Seminary. I will travel to witness ordinations and celebrate with Father Joe his 46 years as priest.
It’s amazing where God is leading us. Thank you, Father Joe, for giving me the chance, for your kindness, and for blessing our journey.
#05 (May 02, 2010)
Nancy
She is affectionately “Google Mama” and/or “G-mama.”
Whenever I am curious about a random fact, she googles the information and sends it to me. It’s amazing how we have only known each other for a few years, yet it seems like I have known her forever. I stumbled across Nancy on her birthday. Some of the guys swung by her house and there she was. Actually, the first time we met was after the Carmelite Mass and she and another lady complimented me for the music and offered me a ride up the hill.
She is one of the funnest people I know in Oregon. I laugh so hard when I am around Nancy. There were times when my stomach ached from so much laughing. There were times when the Vice-Rector thought I was having a party in my room because of all the laughter, when in reality I was laughing with Nancy over the phone. There were times I told her about the “half vote” and she screamed a riot. I never heard her laugh so hard since I shared that incident.
But with the humor aside, she has been very supportive of my journey. She has heard many stories and supported many seminarians who have passed through Mount Angel. I am blessed to be considered one of the many in her list of spiritual sons.
Well, that’s Nancy and I. I have only scratched the surface of how much I value and treasure our friendship.
Google Mama, thank you for blessing our journey! I’ll miss laughing out loud with you.
#06 (May 01, 2010)
Auntie Virgie & Uncle Al
These are some of the most inspirational people I have in my life. Ever since I stumbled across them the year before I entered seminary, they said that they would pray for me every night when they gather for the rosary. I can’t begin to tell you, on those rare days when I was able to be there for the rosary, they prayed for me. Looking back on sacred moments such as these has been my strength these past four years.
The Castros have always opened their home to me. I have seen them go through many transitions in their family, with Alan moving to Japan and Amber growing up. Yet, they remain loving parents and faithful loving Catholics to the Church. That in itself is inspiring.
There are times when I am missing in action and the Castros will be the first to ask Jeremy where I am at. They listen and then they laugh!
Uncle Al & Auntie Virgie, thank you for always opening your home to us, thank you for always having extra space at the table to eat, thank you for your constant prayers. Your prayers have been my strength and consolation these past four years. I am very excited having you at my Seminary College Graduation with many other loved ones. I’ll see you in a few days. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#07 (April 30, 2010)
Mark & John
They are the giants in my life, affectionately known as Big Mark and Big Jon!
Big Mark has been nothing but nice to me. In previous years, he watched out for me like a big brother and never had a problem with having a cup of coffee together.
I have known Big Jon since the early days of the Recollection Years. Big Jon works hard, knows how to tell a good joke, and is a joy to be around.
What is unique about the both of them is that they are quiet gentlemen and when they have something to say, I recommend you listen. Thank you, to my giants, for blessing our journey.
#08 (April 29, 2010)
Sister Teresa
One of my earliest memories of knowing Sister Teresa was when she watched me slide down the piano to Soon & Very Soon. Where has the four years gone? Simply, slipped through our fingers. It’s difficult this morning to know where to begin with Sister Teresa. But if there was one thing I could tell you today about her, I would tell you that she has been my greatest seminary professor.
I told her in a note recently, there were times when it would have been easy to pack up, close shop, and move back to San Francisco. But then, Sister Teresa called, announced the next big project, smiled and laughed, and made music together. She helped me find my own niche here in the seminary by making me part of the music ministry on the hilltop.
I have shared many laughs, many stories, and many special moments with Sister Teresa. This afternoon and tomorrow morning will be the final time we collaborate together in making music as I direct the Friday Schola….. To this day, the friendship I share with Sister has been a great crescendo of my time here at Mount Angel. Sister, I will will deeply miss you. Thank you for blessing our journey through these past four years.
#09 (April 28, 2010)
Auntie Malou with Uncle Carlos (#100)
All the years growing up in the Rec. and in any Church function, there was Auntie Malou. For me, she is the quiet one who works diligently behind the scenes and does a fantastic job. I remember at one retreat, I realized she was the one organizing all the folders for the participants, food orders for the cooks, itinerary for the retreat events. It’s funny, every time I take on a project for the seminary or some major function, I think of Untie Malou and how she works so hard and in such a “behind the scenes” manner.
Thank you Auntie Malou for demonstrating such discipleship for Christ in such humility. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#10 (April 27, 2010)
Hector & Zenida with their kids and I in Hayward
Hector with Zenida were the first parents to approach me at Saint Stephen Parish. They wanted to get their son, Chris, to participate in the Sunday night choir which I was trying to organize at that time. That first encounter seemed like it was yesterday. When I count back it was over six years ago!
Both of them have been dedicated to the church and to their family. Each Sunday they came to the 6:45pm Mass and sat and prayed in the same pew. They made sure their kids were always at rehearsal on time. When Chris began working in the sacristy, they always made sure he was there.
I am happy to know that even after they moved to Hayward, we all still kept in touch. They are both very quiet, yet remain very friendly and hospitable to me. We have gone out on several occasions. They are very enjoyable moments as Hector is a great story teller and the kids always laugh with Hector and Zenida.
Hector and Zenida, thank you for modeling your parenthood. Thank you for always welcoming me to your family. Thank you for blessing our journey through the years.
#11 (April 26, 2010)
Father Leon
He is the Pastor of my family’s home parish. I have known him since he first arrived to the parish in 2001/2002. He was one of the first priest whom I shared my intention to enter the seminary. Through the years he remains supportive to my vocation and cheers me on. When he tells me that he is praying for me, it means much. He is a man of prayer and joy in his priesthood. Thank you Father Leon for standing with me on this journey. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#12 (April 25, 2010)
Amy
She asked me to take her son with me to Sydney, Australia and I am so glad I did. I got to know Mikey on a very personal level and was very blessed by having that time to know him.
Amy worked with me as one of the cantors at Saint Stephen Parish. She is a woman who lives joyfully serving the LORD and has a car that is packed with stuff! She has radiated God’s love in my life and cheers me on as I head towards the priesthood. There are times when she takes time out to sit me down and talk with me to be sure things are well with my journey. I truly appreciate all her love towards me and her support. Thank you, Amy, for blessing my life with your joy and love for God. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#13 (April 24, 2010)
Monsignor Bitanga
I remember it clearly, I was a very young teenager accompanying my Grandma to Star of the Sea Parish for the usual devotions to Our Mother of Perpetual Help. At that tender age, I asked, “Mama, what is a monsignor?”
I met Monsignor Bitanga shortly before asking my grandmother the question. I accompanied my grandma to Saint Patrick Parish in downtown San Francisco every Sunday. Monsignor either celebrated the Mass or directed the choir. He was proud of me when I wanted to be an altar boy with the rest of the guys my age. I volunteered on my accord. Monsignor, all these years, has been a priest for me. Sometimes he was very stern, other times he was very kind. Today, I enjoy seeing him whenever the opportunity arrives.
I remember one day I walked into Benediction at our downtown parish. Monsignor was presiding. As he held the Blessed Sacrament, I was reminded of the passage in Hebrews as Jesus being the same yesterday, today, and forever. There was the retired, yet joyful Monsignor Bitanga, passing through on this earthly pilgrimage. It is a beautiful thing to watch a priest grow old, become seasoned, with his priesthood. Monsignor Bitanga, maraming salamat po, for your kindness, for your sternness at times, your love and support as I journey towards the priesthood. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#14 (April 23, 2010)
(L) John with Francisco #111
He’s the gentleman who I owe my appreciation and love for music. Once long ago, he stopped me as I made my way back from receiving communion and he asked me to come see him after Mass. I nodded my headed as he continued to conduct the choir. That night he made an offer. He wanted to offer me accompaniment lessons on Saturday afternoons and sing in his choir. That led to conducting lessons and down a venue of a musical world I never thought I would ever explore.
He was there when I messed up, when I couldn’t follow a conductor. He was there when I finally got it right. I was there with him as we made music across the Bay Area. He was there when I competed in piano competitions, applied at San Francisco State University, etc. The rest is history and to this day we keep in touch.
I am immensely grateful that God put John in my life. It has been edifying having him as a mentor, teacher, and friend through the many years. Thank you John for blessing our journey.
#15 (April 22, 2010)
(L) Jarred
He told the story of how he was riding BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) and had to fall to his knees, so that he would not get knocked over amidst all the out-of-the ordinary shaking during that particular ride. He furthered his story by stating how that experience is very much like life. When life begins to shake up we have to be able to fall to our knees before God. I once heard of the saying that a one who kneels before God can stand up to any person.
These are just one of the many stories I remember from Jarred. A good and faithful man who is in love with the Church and is dedicated to serving the young adults at Holy Spirit Parish. It’s funny how the events of life evolve because I remember the day when he met Christ at the Upper Room Experience years ago. Now, he’s leading it. Thank you, Jarred, for your many insights on life and the faith. Thank you for your friendship, the joy you bring to us, and thank you for blessing our journey.
#16 (April 21, 2010)
Fr. Jack
The Grotto in Portland is a wonderful place to visit. It is especially wonderful because at each visit, I look forward to seeing Father Jack. He shows an immense hospitality to us upon each of our visits. On two occasions, Father Jack took time out to tour the Grotto for us: when Rence and Raj’s parents visited and the pastoral visit of Bishop Oscar Solis.
For me, Father Jack is a “stories priest” kinda gentleman. In other words, he is someone who I would enjoy sitting down with and hearing his wonderful stories. I remember how I spent one afternoon in his monastery with a few of the guys and we had some soda and listened to his wonderful vocation.
Thank you, Father Jack, for always making time for us, for welcoming us at the Grotto, and for blessing our journey.
#17 (April 20, 2010)
(L) Michele with Bernadette (#88) after the Thanksgiving Day Liturgy
In seminary, we study much philosophy and theology which is integrated into our spiritual and pastoral formation. How about the skills of entering Sunday envelopes into a computer database, finding information on a wedding couple, and sorting through capital campaign information? I chuckle when I think of Michele because she helped me get a glimpse into that aspect of parish life.
During one of my fun summers at Saint Brendan the Navigator Parish, Michele patiently taught me how to read through the parish database as I assisted with the everyday grind of the office. The biggest kick was when she and all the ladies watched me organize and work through 50 somewhat years of weddings held at the parish. I learned not to throw anything away!
Along with these memories, I have enjoyed many lunches with Michele and the ladies at the parish office and priests. These lunches had many of our laugh-out-loud moments. Real moments, where we simply stop from the every day doings of the parish and enjoy each other’s company. On one occasion, which happened to be Michele’s birthday, I told father at about 11:30am that I was hungry and wanted to know what he ordered for Michele’s birthday luncheon. You should have seen his face because he forgot to place the order. Michele quickly found out and we all laughed hilariously realizing that our dear Father Tom had a senior moment. Michele’s graciousness that day is something I remember to the present.
Thanks Michele for being a “professor” in parish administration and graciousness. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#18 (April 19, 2010)
(R) Debbie
Debbie is one of the leaders of the Young Adult Ministries at Holy Spirit Parish. She is also a leader for the Disciples of Jesus Ministry at that same parish. Simply, she is a woman in love with God and with life. Every time I see her we always try to connect for Starbucks and its there where we simply roll on the floor laughing.
Like many of the women on Project 122, I admire Debbie not only for her leadership capabilities, but for her motherhood. She loves being a mom and she is very dedicated to her vocation as a mother.
What’s funny is that Debbie seems to show up at the right time when I need to rejuvenated by God’s love and reminded of His presence. Thank you, Debbie, for the friendship we share, and for blessing our journey.
#19 (April 18, 2010)
TaDol
Now, I wish I could tell you that I stumbled across Ate Dolly at a Starbucks as she took my order in her black coffee master’s apron. But once again, that was not the case. I went to my first Filipino Organizers meeting with Rence and there she was. I saw her and just fell in love with her. She is a total round trip (two times)! She knows how to push my buttons and make me laugh-out-loud. And she can sure sell things and make it happen, especially when it is for the Church.
There is more I admire about Ate Dolly. Just like #20, I am inspired by her motherhood. Last summer, I came back to Portland for the Diaconate Ordinations, I rode with Ate Dolly in her car as she chunked away at her iced water bottle that warm summer day. She told me stories about raising her sons that had my every attention. In a way, she helped me see motherhood from the mother’s eyes. In my own way, I felt connected to my own mom that afternoon as Ate Dolly shared her stories.
Ate Dolly, I will miss you. Thanks for all the laughs, thanks for the stories, thanks for your vocation as a mother. I look forward to laughing out loud with you at the Graduation festivities in May. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#20 (April 17, 2010)
Titay & Maryann
These two ladies are truly a lot of fun. I wish I could tell you that I was in line at Starbucks in Portland and noticed these two ladies behind me and we started laughing, but that is simply not the case. In any regard, my stomach is guaranteed to hurt at every meeting.
These past two years, I have enjoyed Ate Titay as she opened her home to us. She is, what I would call, a very classy woman. I enjoy sitting with her, hearing her stories about her son and how his lost keys. I have truly enjoyed organizing with Titay along with the other leaders. She made a mark on my heart, especially when she made time to come to my Capstone Presentation in March.
If you want a non-stop, laugh-out-loud moment, Ate Maryann is the person to see. In recent times, she invited Rence and I to speak on our vocations at a Youth for Christ meeting in Portland. That was a spectacular experience. In addition, we recently went to dinner and Starbucks. For me, these are some of the priceless memories I will cherish. But just like Ate Titay, both of these ladies have inspired me by there motherhood (Ate Maryann, I hope you know what I am referring too). They love their children! Sometimes stating something that simple is simply profound.
Thank you Ate Titay & Ate Maryann, for all the joy and laughs we have shared these past two years. Thank you for your friendship and modeling your motherhood. I will miss you terribly and look forward to sharing in the Graduation festivities with the both of you in May.
Thank you for blessing our journey.
#21 (April 16, 2010)
Marcus with his wife
Marcus told me one day in high school that he wanted to go to church. That was the start. I picked him up every Sunday afternoon and took him to the 5:30pm Mass. He usually sat somewhere near the back and listened attentively. I remember the time when I invited him to the Recollections which I directed. These have been the paths he and I have journeyed together.
Marcus is a quiet man and a very sincere friend. I haven’t seen him in years, yet I am reminded of his kindness. Marcus, thank you for passing through in my life, thank you for blessing our journey.
#22 (April 15, 2010)
(R) Aizza
Here is a picture of Aizza with Joanna (#24).
I have known Aizza as a friend and neighbor all the way back to middle school. We use to be carpool buddies all the way through high school. I smile right now because I recall when our dads took turns picking us up and then I got my license! O the wonderful memories.
Aizza has been a very genuine friend. She is one who always cared and listened. I treasured that aspect of our friendship. There were times growing up when I thought of the priesthood and she was always available to listen to me. There were times when I had trouble or shared joys in the dating scene in high school. Overall, Aizza and her family have been nothing but kind to me.
This past Holy Thursday, I served at our home parish and noticed how her siblings have all grown up. I realized at that brief moment how time has passed so quickly. Thank you, Aizza, for your kindness through the years, for your support and friendship. Thank you very much for blessing our journey.
#23 (April 14, 2010)
The Ladies of the Coffee shop
Beth, Susie, and Pam are the wonderful ladies who run the Store at the Press or simply: the coffee shop. Out of the four years that I have spent at Mount Angel, the final two years have been extremely special because of the coffee shop and because of the ladies who operate it. I remember one of the first initial days it opened, Beth experimented with many drinks (I think I was one of the first customers).
I have to honestly say that I have never been disappointed with a drink at the coffee shop. But there is something more touching than a good drink. These good drinks are made with love. All the ladies are such a delight and they know how to start the day right by simply being at the shop and offering us a drink and a smile!
The coffee shop has been the stage for many laugh-out-loud moments. These ladies have blessed my life with their kindness. Beth, Susie, and Pam…..thank you for being there each day to greet us and welcome us. Thank you for the laughs, wisdom, and jokes. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#24 (April 13, 2010)
Happy Birthday Joanna!
We literally grew up together. Joanna remains a very dear and honest friend. At each visit back to the Bay, we try to connect and to see where we are in life. Thus far, it has been a great adventure for the both of us.
What do I admire about Joanna the most? She is a confident woman. She knows what she wants in life and she is determined to achieve it. She works hard. For most of the time I have known her, she has always held down a job and cared for her younger brothers. At the same time, she knows how to laugh out loud and have a good time.
In recent years, she has stood with me on my journey to the priesthood. She has come to hear some of my talks at a few parishes in San Francisco. It has meant a lot to me that she is a friend who stands with me.
Thank you Joanna for the friendship we have shared over the many years. Wishing you a blessed and grace filled birthday! Thank you for blessing our journey.
#25 (April 12, 2010)
Jonathan
One week ago I was making preparing to make my long drive to Santa Clara University to take my psychological test for admission to Saint Patrick Seminary & University. I thought I would stop by Starbucks first. It was a good thing I did because I ran into Jonathan who I had not seen for years. We stood outside of Starbucks for almost half and hour and spoke of where God has led us in the past years. It was an amazing experience to share my vocation again with Jonathan.
During our younger years, I would listen to Jonathan’s talks about philosophy and theology and God. I was always attentive to what he had to say. Thank you Jonathan for interrupting the every day routine last week. You are a blessing. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#32-#26 Away on Vacation
#36-#33 (April1-4)
*NOTE: These days are the holiest days of the whole year. These days, God comes ever closes to humanity in the person of Jesus Christ. Don’t forget God in these days. Worship in community and experience the Love which knows no bounds.
#37 (March 31, 2010)
(R) Auntie Erica
She is the youngest of my Dad’s siblings. She is the one who loves to prepare a big meal on special occasions such as birthdays and Thanksgiving. She is a woman who wears a beautiful smile and very devout to her children and husband. Auntie Erica reminds me to never forget about family. Every time I chat with her or see her she will always ask, “When will be the next time I will see you, JR?”
Recently, she has been ill and her struggles and challenges and moved me to prayer and have moved me into a deeper trust with God. These days she is doing well and I hope to see her and family soon. Thank you Auntie Erica for being my aunt and for blessing our journey.
#38 (March 30, 2010)
Brian
Brian is the guy who works behind the scenes for Young Adults at Holy Spirit Parish. He’s an organizer who sends out the weekly newsletter via email for the past years. I admire Brian for his faith. Whenever I see him, he has a smile filled with joy. He loves the LORD deeply. At each meeting, he has insights that really capture my attention. Thank you, Brian, for loving the LORD and for being a man after God’s own heart. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#39 (March 29, 2010)
Auntie Maribel with her four sons
I admire her most for being a mother. She has, without fail, shown her fidelity to her sons as a mother. How do I know this? Simply because of the way they respond to her with great affection. And amidst the commitment of loving sons, she still made time to take care of grandma while she recovered from her surgery. She is a practical, enthusiastic, and loving person. I am proud to have her as my aunt. It’s my hope, one day when I am a priest, that I can radiate the same courage, fidelity, and love to the people I serve in the same manner which my Auntie Maribel demonstrates.
#40 (March 28, 2010)
(L) Rory with Brian
He is an energizing spirit in the Disciples of Jesus Ministry at Holy Spirit Parish in Fairfield. He is a man truly dedicated to the LORD. Through the years, he has been an re-energizing point for me. Each time I see him, he pulls me aside and tells me that God is acting in our lives. Rory reminds me to love God with a zeal and passion that will set the world ablaze with His love. To grow old with God and be in love with God as if it were the first time. Yes, that’s how I want to be one day.
Thank you, Br. Rory, for your continued prayers, for your zeal and passion for God, and for blessing our journey.
#41 (March 27, 2010)
(R) Jose with Father Prashant
One year at the close of the Simbang Gabi, I asked Jose to be one of the neighbors who reject Joseph and Mary as they look for lodging. After they knocked, Jose said to Joseph, “No way Jose!” Everyone could not resist laughing.
Jose is the voice with announcements after all the Simbang Gabi Masses, he is the one who shuttles all the elderly to get to Saint Stephen Parish, he’s the one with the broom cleaning after the reception.
He and his wife, Bea, remind me that they are constantly praying for me. Thank you Jose. Thank you Bea. Thank you for your friendship, the laughs, and for blessing our journey.
#42 (March 26, 2010)
Erlinda pictured in the middle
I met Erlinda when we began organizing the different parishes for a deanery wide Simbang Gabi at Saint Stephen Parish. Simbang Gabi is a novena of Holy Masses pointing towards Christmas. Erlinda was the organizer of the people at Saint Gabriel Parish.
Simply put, she is a woman filled with life. Never have I seen her without a smile. During the Simbang Gabi, she carpooled many of the elderly from Saint Gabriel Parish to Saint Stephen Parish. She spoke of how these novena of Masses were reminiscent of her childhood in the Philippines. She was very dedicated to our yearly project and her collaboration inspired me to move toward a new adventure: the priesthood.
Thank you, Erlinda, for sharing the joy of your childhood with me. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#43 (March 25, 2010)
Sister Mary Peter
This is a picture of Sister Mary Peter, Jeff, and I outside the steps of Grace Cathedral at Nob Hill in San Francisco. Sister is a woman who is full of life and in love with Christ and the Church. Every time I see her she has a huge contagious smile on his face.
My first meeting, she was sweeping the floor outside the rectory of Saint Anne of the Sunset. Shortly, after our meeting, the fire alarm went off and I found her on a chair trying to turn the fire alarm off. The rectory was up in hysterical laughs! Thanks Sister, for all the laughs, for loving your vocation, and for blessing our journey.
#44 (March 24, 2010)
Fr. Noel
Father Noel and I are pictured above in a Eucharistic Procession through the streets of downtown San Francisco on the Solemnity of Corpus Christi.
Every time I think of Father Noel, I think of a priest who is jolly. Each time you see him and sit with him for a conversation he is always laughing. As I have said in previous post, a man who laughs is a man in love with life! I enjoyed my summer 2007 with Father Noel in downtown Saint Patrick Parish. I enjoyed sharing my vocation with him and listening to his homilies which were filled with deep insights.
Thank you, Father Noel, for loving your priesthood and for bringing joy into our lives. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#45 (March 23, 2010)
Catherine
To this day, she puts a big smile on my face every time I see her with her mom Carmelita (#103). Catherine was one of my piano students when I worked at Saint Stephen Parish. She always came ready to her piano lesson with a sense of enthusiasm. She loved learning.
One memory I have of Catherine is watching her stand behind her mom as her mom prayed at the icon of the Virgin Mary located on the side of the Church. It touched my heart and reminded me of how our parents are the ones responsible for giving us the faith.
Thank you, Catherine, for being my piano student. You remind me of the joy of making music. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#46 (March 22, 2010)
Dominic
It is refreshing when you meet someone as young as Dominic. I was reminded of what it is like to know someone with holy innocence, with a spirit and love like Saint Therese. That’s what comes to mind when I see Dominic. He has never failed to greet me with a huge smile and hug. He tells me every time he sees me that he is praying for Jeremy, his Godfather, and I.
It’s a blessing to know that whenever Jeremy and I need something to get on the “prayer line” Dominic spends time with God in prayer and shortly after, prayers are usually answered.
Thank you, Dominic, for loving God with the spirit of Therese. Thank you for blessing us with your prayers. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#47 (March 21, 2010)
Jossie with Olet (#106)
One of the people who I meet up with whenever I am in downtown is Jossie. I just pop into her office where she has a wonderful view of downtown and some great pictures of her kids. We have hung out a few times during her work hours. I remember the time Seve (#101) and I joined her for lunch at USF. I have also enjoyed those chill moments with Jossie at the Starbucks right around the corner from her work.
I remember at one Starbucks sitting, she talked about all the joy and laugh-out-loud moments she gets out of being a parent with Olet. At that sitting, she talked about the whole process of applying the kids for high school and other summer activities. She reminds me of the joy of what it means to be a wife and a mother. Indeed, I see those great qualities in her.
On a side note, one of the treasured memories I have with Jossie was during one of the Sunday nights I sat with her in the pew for Mass, which was during one of my vacations from seminary. Everyone else had a role at Mass. Olet was the lector, Olivia (#58) and Seve were in the choir, and I sat with her to pray with her at the pew. At that hour, I really felt like I was part of the family.
Thank you, Jossie, for always welcoming me into your family, for all the one-on-one moments at Starbucks, and for blessing our journey.
#48 (March 20, 2010)
Sister Necy
This Canossian Sister is filled with life. I met her when she was hired to work on the Pastoral Staff at Saint Brendan Parish. She took on projects with full gusto and I admire her for her zeal. She has a contagious passion for serving the parish community. Sister Necy helped me grow in my leadership skills by giving me a few small projects at the parish and I truly appreciate those opportunities.
Thank you, Sister, for sharing your joy of pastoral ministries with me. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#49 (March 19, 2010)
Deacon Gary & Julie
I remember meeting Deacon Gary and Julie during my initial days at Saint Stephen Parish. They are some of the kindest people I have met. Julie sung in the adult choir and always had a smile about her, always cheerful. After each rehearsal she waited for Gary to pick her up.
Gary is a man who I highly respect. A simple and gentle person. He is a man who always has a story to share. Each Sunday he would put on his old fashion hat and step outside to meet and greet people all through the next scheduled Liturgy. He was very sincere and warm when I left for the seminary and I appreciate both their prayers. Thank you Julie and Gary for blessing our journey.
#50 (March 18, 2010)
The Youth in Seattle at the First Starbucks
Seattle has become a place of retreat. Rence took me to Seattle and I fell in love with the place especially with the youth from his Families of Christ Jesus Ministry. They are filled with a zeal and love for God!
I remember during one of my visits we spent time at Saint Elizabeth Parish for Praise and Worship. I was moved by the way they led worship and by the way they prayed to Almighty God. I was inspired to know that youth in this part of the world are very much in love with God.
It was and is refreshing to be with them and be reminded of God’s presence in the world. Thank you, my dear friends, for blessing our journey.
#51 (March 17, 2010)
Abigail with Michael (#87)
I truly look up to my cousin, Abby. She is always around for the family. She is the one who tries to get the cousins together to do things and obviously I am always M.I.A. (missing in action). What I appreciate the most about Abby is that she really listens to me when we talk. Those rare moments we share things, she has good insight and shows a lot of support. This was especially evident when I left San Francisco to enter Mount Angel Seminary. I know she is standing with me as I continue forward on this journey to the priesthood. Thank you Abby for all your support, for being a sincere and gracious cousin, and for blessing our journey.
#52 (March 16, 2010)
Uncle George
We were always taught to call him Uncle George, so that he wouldn’t feel old. But in reality, he was a grandfather. A wonderful grandfather! Each Christmas he displayed his prized train set under the Christmas tree for all of us to enjoy. Along with that he gifted each family member with a nutcracker statue. They varied each year.
Today, I present my original musical compositions to faculty, seminarians, and guests in a Capstone Presentation entitled: Entering More Deeply into the Sung Liturgy MASS OF THE ANNUNCIATION with LET US GATHER AT YOUR ALTAR & IN THIS YEAR FOR YOUR PRIESTS.
Today, as I make final preparations for this presentation I am reminded of him. I am reminded of all the times he drove me to the San Francisco Conservatory of Music and waited patiently for me. I am reminded of all the times he sat in living room and listened to me practice all the correct and wrong notes on the piano. I am reminded of his kindness and miss him dearly.
Thank you Uncle George for all your love. Thank you for watching me grow as a musician. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#53 (March 15, 2010)
Patrick blowing out his birthday candle with his youngest at Macaroni Grill
If you want to get a good laugh you can find it from Olet (#106) or Patrick! I always look forward to seeing Patrick because I know he will rip on a hilarious joke. For example, “What does Batman wear to the shower? A bat-robe!” A man who tells jokes suggests to me that he is a man in love with life, who takes every opportunity possible to relish a laugh-out-loud moment.
Patrick is also the one who takes care of the band. Whenever we have a church gig, Patrick will be the first to bring in the instruments and check the sound. O the wonderful days of Saint Anne!
Aside from his laugh-out-loud moments and band managing skills, Patrick inspires me because he is a good husband and father to his family. If you ever visit their home, you will notice that Patrick is the first to wake up in the morning and prepare breakfast and sometimes he is the last to eat what he has cooked. He’s a good man. Just like my own Dad (#92), Patrick is one of my dear role models of fatherhood. I hope one day, I can exemplify the same spirit of that fatherhood as priest. Thank you, Patrick, for all the laugh-out-loud moments, the band managing, and your example of unselfish love. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#54 (March 14, 2010)
Auntie Emma & Uncle Moreland
It’s amazing when you know people who have watched you grow up in the Church. They tell you things. “You got taller,” “You got older,” “You got bigger.”
Regardless, knowing them is an amazing thing. Knowing and seeing Auntie Emma and Uncle Moreland through the years has been a reminder of where God has taken me as a young teenager in the Recollections to a Seminarian studying in Portland. You could always count on Auntie Emma to lead prayers and Uncle Moreland working in the kitchen to cook the best chicken you will ever have at a retreat.
Time may have passed, but some things are always constant. Thank you Auntie and Uncle, for blessing our journey through the years.
#55 (March 13, 2010)
Ruth with Michael (#87)
I can’t recall the first time I met Ruth. But one thing is for sure, I consider her family. It is always a delight to see her stop by. She’s very sweet and very considerate. I remember how thoughtful she was when I left for the seminary and upon each of my returns, she is there welcoming me home.
Most girlfriends pretty much give their attention to the other, but not with Ruth. Ruth is dear friends with my sister and very cordial with my parents. She is very good to my brother and I admire them both together. Thank you Ruth for being part of our family and for blessing our journey.
#56 (March 12, 2010)
Laurel
As far as my memory serves, Laurel was the first Mora I met. I met her during the Recollection days. To this day, she remains a very simple and kind lady. She is a woman of faith. I remember the day I met up with her for Starbucks near Japantown in San Francisco. We had wonderful faith sharing and catching up during that time.
Laurel is one who always takes time out to welcome you home and that is what she did in this picture upon greeting JREM and I. Thanks Laurel for clinging to your faith, for serving God and the Church, and for blessing our journey.
#57 (March 11, 2010)
Todd with Ate Laureen (#94)
When I found a place to live in Daly City, Ate Laureen told me that Todd would be down to move in with me. Todd and I have known each other since the Recollection days in Vallejo.
Todd was a full round trip in my life. There were times when we popped on a season of Friends and order Chinese food in the middle of the night. There were nights when we hung out together at the Westlake Starbucks. There were nights when he met up with me at the 6:45pm Mass at Saint Stephen.
Todd was one of the first people I talked to when I decided to move forward with entering the seminary. He has been a great listener and wonderful friend. I wouldn’t exchange the memories I have with him for anything. Thanks Todd for your friendship and love. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#58 (March 10, 2010)
Olivia with her brother Seve (#101)
Olivia (affectionately Yaya) has been one of the sweetest young girls I have known. I remember the day her dad called me at the office and told me that Olivia expressed interest in joining the Sunday night choir. She showed up in her poncho! Later down the line the poncho girls were regulars (Olivia, Steph, and Jenn).
Usually, when I visited the parochial school, Olivia was one of the first students who greeted me. She remains to be a young girl filled with a lot of energy. Each year, she is one of the first to call me on my birthday to greet me. A very touching gesture! Thanks Yaya for your kindness and for reminding me to smile because “Jesus is alive!” Thank you for blessing our journey.
#59 (March 09, 2010)
Fr. Ray with some of the school kids during Halloween
He is the pastor of the people of God at Saint Anne of the Sunset Parish. Yet, I remember the days when I was a very young teenager hanging out at the downtown Saint Patrick Rectory listening to Father Ray warm up his voice as he prepared to preside over the Latin Mass. Back then, he was the spiritual advisor to the youth group at Saint Patrick Parish and I was a new altar server. Father Ray has watched me grow up and in recent recent years, he has cheered me on as I journey towards the priesthood.
I remember the day I met up with him at Saint Paul of the Shipwreck in the Hunter’s Point District and I shared the news that I was entering the seminary. He was elated. I asked him to be my spiritual director as I prepare to enter Mount Angel. He gladly accepted. We met once month at Saint Isabella Parish and hammered out all the joys and fears I had about embarking on this new journey.
This is only a little piece of the friendship I share with Father Ray. Father, thank you for being a source of inspiration. Thank you for your priesthood filled with joy and for blessing our journey.
#60 (March 08, 2010)
Melanie & Michele
Whenever I think of all the fun people at Holy Spirit Parish Youth Group, these two young ladies come to mind. Both of them are filled with life and truly know how to make you smile and have a laugh-out-loud moment. Both of them have been blessings and inspirations in my life. The fact that they show up to youth group meetings with pure joy is an inspiration in itself.
God is amazing as I have seen both of them grow through the years, retreat after retreat, meeting after meeting. Both Melanie and Michele remind me that God wears a beautiful smile. That God cheers us on in all that we do, and that God loves us at each moment and at each hug.
I once said at the opening of a retreat that “Something amazing is about to happen!” Both their responses, “O Yea!”
Thank you Melanie and Michele, for all the contagious laughs and pure joy you have brought to my life. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#61 (March 07, 2010)
Jaclyn
I have known Jaclyn since I stepped foot into the Recollections #115. We have grown up with each other in the ministry. She is one who always wears a sweet smile, always happy when we run into each other.
I remember the day when I visited Jaclyn at Dominican University and when I attended her college graduation party. Those are some of the cherished memories I have of this dear old friend who I have known for most of my life. Every time I run into Jaclyn, I am reminded of God’s goodness. Jaclyn, thank you for your kindness through the years and for blessing our journey.
#62 (March 06, 2010)
Chris & I in Chinatown
Chris is simply a trip! He was the first person to step up to the plate for the Sunday night 6:45pm liturgy, a tenor saxophonist. It was because of his interest to play at Mass that I began to write instrumental parts for other instruments. I have seen Chris grow through the years.
Some of my fondest memories was being with him for his High School graduation with Seve (#101). He and I use to hang out every Saturday after the evening Mass. We usually would catch some dinner and a movie. During those times we have shared many laughs and talked much about life and faith.
Chris, a very quiet person, but a good and considerate friend. Thanks Chris for blessing our journey.
#63 (March 05, 2010)
Brent
I don’t have a picture of Brent, simply because he does not like taking pictures. So, here’s a picture of the coffee/ tea section of his office! Brent is a wonderful, warm, and funny guy. He is the reason why I came to Plano, Texas this past summer. I am grateful to have met him and take him up on the offer to work at Prince of Peace Parish. He gave me the opportunity to see the Church in the South and appreciate it for what is. Through Brent, I have met some of wonderful and hospitable people.
Brent was nothing but kind to me. He listened attentively to my stories and I listened to him. I wish time would have allowed us to know each other better. Who knows? Maybe in the future. Thank you Brent, for bringing me to Plano. Thank you for the wonderful experience and thank you for blessing our journey.
#64 (March 04, 2010)
DJ
I met DJ months before I left for seminary. One of the greatest blessings he has given me is his kindness. I rarely see him these days, but each time I do see him, there is a huge smile on my face. And he’s smiling right back. He’s taller than me now (keep in mind that this picture was taken in 2006).
During my first few months in the seminary, I received notes and articles from DJ. He told tell me what was going on in his life and his high school football career. Those letters were pillars that reminded me of home and reminded me of the people back in the Bay Area whom I will serve one day. His letters are kept with the many in a shoe box here in my room in Portland. DJ, thanks for your kindness through the years and thank you for blessing our journey.
#65 (March 03, 2010)
(L) Joan with her little brother Julian and Eddie
I met Joan the same time I met Eddie (#95). And just like Eddie, I felt as though she suddenly stumbled across my life. She is in an amazing lady. She recently moved on from being Youth Minister at Saint Andrew Parish. I admire her for her courage and for her acceptance of God’s will in moving on to new adventures. I enjoy meeting up with her at Starbucks because she loves Starbucks just as much as I do. Aside from such a vice, she is a great person to be around. She is very insightful on the Christian journey and shares a very caring heart.
I am excited for her and for the new chapter evolving in her life. I look forward to sharing more wonderful memories with her as I come back to the Bay Area. So for now, thank you Joan for simply showing up, for your friendship, and for blessing our journey.
#66 (March 02, 2010)
Steph
I thought carefully when I spelled her name this morning, for the sake of old memories. When Steph and her sister first joined the choir, she nailed me every time for mis-spelling her name as Stef.
Steph is a very wonderful girl. I remember the days at Saint Stephen, she and her friends always screamed my name every time I pulled up to the parking lot. Always welcoming me with a smile, always with a statement or question. She knew how to brighten my day.
I appreciate Steph because she has made me think a lot about details. During the choir or retreats, she always asked the crucial and detailed questions that I would never thought of asking. I have seen her grow in her faith especially in her willingness to speak of her patron saint, Maria Goretti.
She doesn’t know this, but each time I visit the family, I listen attentively as she plays the piano, sight reading through a piece of music. I am amazed every time. Thanks Stephanie for your inquisitive questions, for your smile, for your friendship, and for blessing our journey.
#67 (March 01, 2010)
Chita
During one of my first email correspondences to the people of Saint Stephen, I had addressed Chita as Cheetah. She got a good laugh telling me about my mistake. Chita has been of the most wonderful, simple, and real people I have met during my time at Saint Stephen Parish.
She is a very warm and approachable person whose home was always opened to me. One thing I admired about her and her husband, Ricardo, was that they were very much in love. They were very affectionate and constantly shared there love with each other. Those moments touched my heart.
I have shared many wonderful memories at Chita’s home from birthday parties to planning meetings. I knew that amidst a very loud and busy schedule, Chita’s basement which contained a very small chapel would be a place of solitude and quiet. We met there every Tuesday night to pray.
My last weekend at Saint Stephen, we had a little get together at her home. The group prayed for me that morning as I embarked on a new chapter in my life: the seminary. Remembering moments such as these have been my strength these past four years. Thank you, Chita, for opening the door of your home. Thank you for your friendship, for cheering me on, and for blessing our journey.
#68 (February 28, 2010)
Emily & Steve
Emily and Steve were and are wonderful friends. I lived with Steve during my Saint Stephen days. He was in-charge of the house and made sure that all the rent was paid. He called the house meetings and called me out when I was acting dumb. I have truly appreciated my friendship with Steve because he was willing to watch out for me and keep me accountable on certain things in my life. Indeed, he is a genuine friend.
There was a time when I needed to see a doctor regarding my health and I always made excuses on reasons I could not go. Emily stepped in the picture and she took my Kaiser Hospital Card and made the appointment for me. She not only made the appointment, she and Steve took me there and walked me through the whole process.
We have celebrated birthdays together. We have celebrated each other’s company. Today, I know I am a better person because of what they have done for me. Thank you Emily and Steve for your friendship, for your God-fearing discipleship, and for blessing our journey.
#69 (February 27, 2010)
(R) Auntie Norma with Auntie Lota
At the San Francisco Cheesecake Factory for lunch
I have yet to hear the story of why Father Ray addresses these two ladies as the women of Jerusalem. I can take a guess. Every time there is an event happening at a parish that involves food and entertainment, these ladies will without a doubt be there….always tending to the needs of the Church.
Auntie Norma stumbled into my life during the 100th Anniversary Novena to Good Saint Anne (we are now in the 102nd year). She is a riot to be around. What I enjoy about Auntie Norma is that she is always willing to get together and share a meal, but more importantly to talk about vocations and what we can do to build up the Church in San Francisco. She has pretty much become my personal manager. I say that with great affection because in a very funny yet real way, she has already filled up my calendar for this upcoming fall when I return to San Francisco, none of which are Starbucks meetings! =)
Thank you Auntie Norma for all the fun we have shared and all the fun we are about to share this upcoming fall and years to come. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#70 (February 26, 2010)
Ronnie
He was the only flautist I worked with at Saint Stephen Parish. Ronnie’s willingness to provide flute for the liturgy made me look at liturgical music from a different angle. More preparatory time, consideration, and thought had to go into preparing music. It was a great experience and I have enjoyed and delight in making music with him whenever the chance arises.
There is more to Ronnie that I admire. I admire him for being the kuya that he is to his siblings because he is a great kuya. When it comes to gifting members of his family or people who mean much to him, Ronnie is very generous. In his own simple way, he has reminded me to be generous as well.
He has also allowed me to be honest about life. I have shared many things with Ronnie and he has given me sincere advice. Ronnie gives sincere advice because he listens and he listens well. I continue to enjoy those moments when we catch up on life. Thank you, Ronnie, for reminding me to be generous, for listening well, for welcoming me into your family, and for blessing our journey.
#71 (February 25, 2010)
Dan
I have known Dan since I was a young teenager. He was the pianist at Saint Vincent Parish in Vallejo and one of the leaders of the Youth Recollections. One of my fondest memories was when he bought his first house. I remember when I stayed over and he hardly had any furniture!
Life is filled with transitions. Dan stood with me especially during my transition into the seminary and I stood with him during his personal transitions. God has worked in Dan’s life through all his trails and Dan still sings God’s praises wherever he may be. Dan is still the pianist at some parish, somewhere in the Bay Area. Dan, thank you for being part of my life since the early days of the Recollections and thank you for blessing our journey.
#72 (February 24, 2010)
GIFT (Growing in Faith Together)
I met many wonderful people during my six-week stay in Plano, Texas this past summer. There is one particular group worth noting this morning: GIFT. They are a group which meets bi-weekly in different homes and share reflections over the Sunday reading or the Catechism.
I enjoyed the laughs and the community building which they invited me to be a part of. I was amazed how they welcomed me to their community, they welcomed me into their lives. Through them I had a taste of ‘Southern Hospitality.’
During my short time, they celebrated two birthdays, one of which was a 50th celebration, and a wedding anniversary. I also attended a Brian McKnight concert and visited Fort Worth as well.
This picture is one of the fond memories I have of them along with a Starbucks cup which reminds me of my stay. I left them in August with a stomach which ached from laughter! Thank you GIFT for welcoming me. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#73 (February 23, 2010)
(R) Rhonda
This picture was taken at my 21st Birthday in San Francisco. Rhonda, my friend from Juno, Alaska! I have known her ever since I stepped foot onto San Francisco State University. I have had a lot of fun with Rhonda especially when I’ve invited her to gig at Saint Stephen.
In August 2009, my goddaughter, Jennifer, invited me to drop her off to her second day at Sacred Heart Cathedral Preparatory. She asked if I would meet her in the choir room after school to be there for her vocal audition into the Women’s Chorus. To my great surprise, Rhonda, was the teacher. Jennifer, the new freshman on campus, passed the audition with ease.
After seeing Rhonda again, as a music teacher and no longer a college classmate, I realized that I had no regrets leaving San Francisco to enter the seminary. I was happy for her and she was happy for me. I realized, in that meeting, I was exactly where God wanted me to be.
Rhonda is now engaged to be married. Congratulations Rhonda & Mike!
Rhonda, thank you for your friendship and for the music making. Thank you for being a sign of God’s love in my life. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#74 (February 22, 2010)
(L) Fr. Ed
This picture was taken at the annual Mardi Gra party at Saint Patrick Parish (held during the summer)! I have known Father Ed since I was a little boy, since my grandmother always spoke highly of him. My grandmother saw him grow as a parochial vicar into a pastor. They are from the same hometown in the Philippines.
He is a fine priest and one who gets a lot done for the parish. When I paid my first visit to him as the new pastor of Saint Patrick Parish, I found him with a Windex bottle and gloves, polishing the windows of the church. That impressed me very much.
He is a very simple man. He listens very carefully and at the same time knows how to command with great charity. He has always kept the doors of Saint Patrick’s Parish open to me and cheers me on as I journey to the priesthood. Thank you Father Ed for your priesthood and your friendship. Thank you for serving the people of the Archdiocese of San Francisco and thank you for blessing our journey.
#75 (February 21, 2010)
(R) Allen with Jeremy singing at the Farewell Party
Happy Birthday Allen!
We were young teenagers when we met at the Saint Vincent Choir Room or the Red Room as it was popularly known. He was the pianist and I walked in, the immature teenager, trying to compete with him. We laugh about our first meeting all the time.
I have many many memories of Allen for he has become a life long friend. I remember the Sundays we swapped back and forth on the piano. After the Gospel proclamation we cut out of the homily to kick it in the back of the church and catch up on life (by that time it was probably our third or fourth Mass of the day).
Allen shows up at all the right times in life. Usually, its Christmas and Birthdays. I treasure those moments when we get together over a cup of Starbucks and catch up on life, what we’re up to, and what our current dreams may be.
It was by no surprise to Allen, the day I told him that I was finally leaving for the seminary. Thank you Allen for your friendship and your music. You have inspired me to continue in the crescendo of our lives. Thank you for blessing our journey.
“One can get nothing but discord out of a piano, another gets harmony. No one claims the piano is at fault. Life is the same.The discord and harmony is there. Study to play it correctly, and it will give forth beauty. Play it falsely, and it will give noise.”
#76 (February 20, 2010)
Becky
A teaser I use to give her was that she was the “apple of my eye.”
Becky along with Kristine was the first cantor I worked with at Saint Stephen Parish. We were classmates in the music department at San Francisco State University. Her voice caught my attention one day in Ear Training Class, so I invited her to sing at Saint Stephen.
One afternoon, we were in the choir loft at Saint Stephen Parish and she sight read through the Mass of Creation. That was the beginning of her experience with the Catholic Faith… O, and there’s Refiner’s Fire which she sang at Saint Anne of the Sunset. The most treasured memories I have with Becky, are those times when she arrived early and we talked and those moments she sang after communion. Those were very special memories for me.
Becky taught me how to be a good communicator and boss. She taught me how to iterate what I clearly wanted when it came to music. I never told her this, but she took me out of my comfort zone, especially the times when I hurt her, I was able to humble myself and realized that I was wrong. She has made me a better person. Even after the Saint Stephen days, we remain friends and I am grateful to have her in my life.
These days, Becky and I meet over a cup of coffee at Starbucks somewhere in San Francisco. It may not be all the time, but every time we meet, they are treasured moments for me.
Becky, thank you for all the music making, thank you for being the “apple of my eye,” and thank you for blessing our journey.
#77 (February 19, 2010)
Joan
Joan was on the interview committee when I applied at Saint Stephen Parish. I remember her well as she was introduced as a member of the choir and a teacher at the school.
She is an organized lady and one of the kindest ladies I know. During my first weeks at Saint Stephen Parish, I shared my desire about the priesthood. During my last weeks at Saint Stephen, I shared my same desires. On both occasions, she smiled and cheered me on.
When I was trying to put the children’s choir together my first year, she was with me and helped me get the kids organized. She is a woman who has a wonderful smile and never skips a beat to welcome you with that smile.
Upon one of my visits home at Saint Stephen, she looked me directly in the eyes and said, “Welcome home kiddo.”
Thank you Joan, for all the little things you have done that have impacted me in big ways. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#78 (February 18, 2010)
Bernice
She is all over San Francisco. I never know where I am going to see her next.
I have known Bernice since day 1 at Saint Stephen Parish. She and her son, Michael (#91), joined the Sunday Night choir and were some of its original members. Michael brought his drum set every Sunday and I watched Bernice help him assemble it, piece by piece. After Mass was over, they worked together to put it all away. She was committed to her son, a growing musician.
What do I treasure the most of Bernice? The nights, the moments, the phone conversations, were we talked about music most especially music’s role as I left for the seminary. At each conversation, she had practical insights. And at each conversation, with a big hug, she reminded me that she was rooting for me.
My first Christmas Eve back home from the seminary, I was blessed to be their guest for Christmas dinner. That was special. Thank you Bernice for the love you have shared with me through the years and thank you for blessing our journey.
#79 (February 17, 2010) Ash Wednesday
Rob
This picture was taken at the reception following the funeral of Rob.
Robert interrupted my life when I met him in 2006. To put it plainly, I admired Rob because he taught us how to trust in God for he fought with colan cancer.
Robert was in and out of the hospital. We paid several visits to Robert during his time in the hospital. At every visit, Robert had a smile and was delighted to see us. At one of our visits, we brought him a statue of Saint Peregrine, patron of cancer patients.
A few weeks later, Robert’s family flew from out of town and we gathered at his home to be with him. We all spoke to Robert and thanked him for being a blessing. I will never forget how moved I felt sitting next to him, crying, talking to him, thanking him, and hearing him breathe ever so slowly.
We all gathered around his bed and prayed the rosary that afternoon. Shortly after we finished the second joyful mystery, Robert breathed his last.
Our King looked compassionately at Robert that afternoon and said, “Robert, today you will be with me in Paradise.” Robert interrupted our lives and showed us the face of the Father. Robert allowed us to stand with him in all his pain and suffering and witness his homecoming to God. And what a beautiful interruption he truly was.
Thank you, Robert, for teaching me the dignity and beauty of death. Thank you for inspiring my vocation by allowing me to be with you at your final hour. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#80 (February 16, 2010)
Amber
A Mocha Frappachino for Amber please.
When I joined the DOJ in 2002, I remember Amber as the little girl with glasses who changed the transparencies on the projector during the Praise and Worship. She would dance a little and do it all over again.
Amber is my adopted little sister in Fairfield. I have seen her grown into young lady and especially seen her grow in her faith.
Even though she is young, she is not afraid to call me out.
Amber keeps me on my toes when I don’t show up for things with the family or with DOJ and she’s not afraid to let it be known. I appreciate Amber much for that because she keeps me on check. She reminds me to not forgot the people who love me in that part of the Bay Area.
Every time I see Amber, I smile because she is smiling right back at me with much love. Thank you Amber, for always keeping me on check, thank you for being a musician for Christ, thank you for being my adopted little sister, and thank you for blessing our journey.
#81 (February 15, 2010)
Sheila with her son Gregory
For the past few years, the first text I get each morning is from Sheila. Her texts presents one scripture passage for each day. This small gesture reminds me to stop what ever I am doing in the morning and think of God.
Yet, there is more to Sheila that I admire. Her courage!
Sheila and her son Gregory were the first to join the 6:45pm choir which was the first choir I was in charge of upon my arrival at Saint Stephen. They were the first members and they were faithful each week. During those early years, Sheila was a very simple person who wore her hat and sunglasses each time upon entering the church. Her son was a fireball filled with life.
As the years moved forward, I saw Sheila stick up for her son on many occasions outside of choir because, let me tell you, she loved him. In just the same fashion, I saw Sheila in all her hurt especially when her husband was very ill. I remember the one phone call I received from her the day I was standing outside of my office. Amidst all her sufferings and hurt, she remained strong for her son and her husband.
I have tell you, each time I have been faced with a great difficulty or challenge in my life, I think of Sheila. I remember how strong she was during her husband’s final years. She has been my reference point for courage.
Thank you Sheila for teaching me the deep love of a mother and wife and for inspiring me to love the people of God in the same manner. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#82 (February 14, 2010)
Sheila
“Touch my life, still the ragging storm in me.”
Lyrics from Part the Waters, a song Sheila and I used to constantly perform together. It is a song about asking God to calm those parts in our life where the waves are crashing. It is a song of trust in God during the night of our lives.
This song doesn’t only remind me of Sheila, but of the journey we have shared. Sheila was the shy girl in my classes with her high school braces and eye glasses. One day, she no longer had those glasses and braces. That’s as far back as, this senior of the time, can remember the shy junior.
Sheila was with me when I first stepped foot at Saint Anne of the Sunset and Saint Stephen Parish. She was with me during the heart breaks of life and I was there for her during the heart breaks of her life.
Throughout the years, we seem to be there for each other at the right time and the right place. We were a musical duo. She holds a very special part of my heart. Falling romantically in love is always hard and she and I knew that. On the other hand, when I took time out to simply value and love a sincere friendship, like that with Sheila, I became a better person.
Sheila, thank you for all the musical notes we have shared together: notes of all the good and challenging times. Thank you for your friendship and for blessing our journey.
#83 (February 13, 2010)
Becky
The Saint Stephen days were filled with many laugh-out-loud moments, some which I have shared with Becky. She was the alto who sang in the adult choir, the Extraordinary Minister who faithfully served at the 8am Mass, and the busy mom who caught the 6:45pm Mass here and there. Becky along with her husband Tom, could be found any where in the Sunday Parish life. 95% of the time she wore a beautiful smile when she greeted me. 5% of the time things were being dealt with in life and she remained honest in sharing her story.
What do I reminisce the most about Becky? It would have to be sharing in the tradition of a warm and delicious hot chocolate in her house after the Christmas Midnight Mass. It would be the moment she told me of her love of the Santo Nino and the many stories she shared of the Simbang Gabi in the Philippines.
These are some of the few moments that have inspired me to the priesthood. These were some of the moments that reminded me of the importance of being a part of people’s lives. Thank you Becky for these moments and thank you for blessing our journey.
#84 (February 12, 2010)
Mary Anne
“Welcome home!” A common phrase that Mary Anne iterates each time I pass through Fairfield. I have known her for a few years now and upon each of our meetings she wears a wonderful smile.
What inspires me about Mary Anne is her deep sense of faith and her willingness to serve God and the Church. In a retreat I served in August 2009, I recall how moved I was when she led the singing for the opening of our Sunday session. When a person is genuine in their worship to Almighty God, it is transmitted to all who join in praise. Mary Anne has done that for me.
Her upcoming marriage is inspiring as well as it will open new doors to a new adventure. She has been truly blessed. Mary Anne, thank you for your kind and warm friendship which you have shared with me and thank you for blessing our journey.
#85 (February 11, 2010)
My baby sister
It’s funny the things you remember in life. I recall the day I was in the hospital room and mom and dad were thinking of a name for my new baby sister, Morgan.
One day, she is a little girl in grammar school. The next day, she is a young adult. In my eyes, she grew up way too fast. She is my only sister and love her dearly.
What I admire the most about her is that she is generous. Whenever it is my birthday or Christmas she makes the extra effort to get me a gift. Moments like that are priceless.
In recent times, she has taught me a lot by simply sitting at the Vallejo Starbucks and telling me about all the good and challenging things that are occurring in her life.
I am proud of my baby sister! Morgan, I love you, thank you for being generous, and thank you for blessing our journey.
#86 (February 10, 2010)
Thomas
I remember it clearly. I was sitting in the office at Prince of Peace Parish in Plano, Texas over the summer….thinking about my vocation. Then Thomas called.
Surprisingly, he showed up at the right time. He spoke of the J.A.C. retreat he made and how it changed his life. His faith was renewed. Prior to that phone call, I considered Thomas to be very quiet. This conversation changed that whole thought.
Thomas reminded me of my young teenage years, when I met the Lord for the first time. Life was changed. And listening to Thomas, seeing Thomas, and hearing him give his testimony, renewed me. His commitment to Christ renewed my YES to God. He assisted me at a Confirmation Retreat last year and gave his testimony. I was inspired. Once again, God used the young to remind me of His love.
Thank you Thomas, for saying YES to Christ and for allowing Him to transform you into His likeness. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#87 (February 09, 2010)
My Brother, Michael, with his girlfriend Ruth
Today, I realize how much my younger brother inspires me. Today, he begins his new life in Prague as an exchange student for San Francisco State University.
I don’t get the opportunities to hang out with Michael a lot, but by the few priceless times we have shared, I know this for certain. He is committed and dedicated to his life. He speaks of his dreams and the plan and determination on how he hopes to achieve those dreams. One of his dreams will be lived out today.
For me, my brother is a young man with few words. When he speaks, I am right there listening. Today, I pray for him as he begins a new adventure to see the world.
Thank you Mike for being my brother, for inspiring me with your life, for pursing one of your many dreams, and for blessing our journey.
#88 (February 08, 2010)
(R) Bernadette with Michele after the Thanksgiving Day Liturgy
I remember when I was first introduced to Bernadette as the organist at Saint Stephen. She looked at me and said, “So you’re the one who plays the organ kinda loud.”
Bernadette is a woman behind the desk, gazing attentively at the computer, working out the nuts and bolts of the parish. She is also one who wears a beautiful smile each time I see her.
I remember when I was preparing for the big leave to Portland, Oregon. One afternoon she and I were alone in the office and she listened attentively to my stories and to my heart as I was about to embrace the seminary life. She has worked at Saint Brendan Parish for many years and has worked with many priests. For her, to hear the story of a young man who wants to be a priest for the next generation was her continued self-giving to the church. I’m grateful that she heard my story and I am grateful that she became part of my story.
Bernadette was the first person to visit me at Mount Angel from San Francisco. She and her daughter came to Mass and visited the campus. Her visit truly touched my heart and has meant much to me even to this day.
This Thursday, I will have my concluding Formal Evaluation at Mount Angel Seminary. Her name alone, holds a special place in my heart this year, as the Feast of Lourdes is this Thursday as well.
Bernadette, thank you for listening and thank you for blessing our journey.
#89 (February 07, 2010)
Flora
Many of my laugh-out-loud moments at Saint Brendan’s Office have been at Flora’s office (affectionately Auntie Flor). We always love to tease each other with jokes and my Starbucks addiction. Every time we see each other we start laughing (or at least I do)! Aside from all the laughs, Untie Flor, is a woman of prayer. There come those special moments when she simply points to her prayer book, filled with holy cards and highlighted pages, as a simple reminder that she is praying for me.
One of my most recent and fondest memories are the times she and I went to Saint Ignatius Parish for daily noon Mass. Those moments are the most spiritual and heart felt moments I have shared with Untie Flor.
Thank you Untie Flor for your continued prayers and laughs. Most of all, thank you for blessing our journey.
#90 (February 06, 2010)
Kim
Many people welcomed me to Texas this summer when I took the post as a musician at Prince of Peace Catholic Community in Plano. One in particular comes to mind this morning, my dear friend Kim.
She was one of the many cantors who served at the parish and she took me as her own. We shared many stories with our short time together. She is one who could really make me laugh!
Along with her great ministry in music, she is a woman of great faith with a wonderful husband who supports and loves her each day. I’ll never forget the little good-bye party some of the folks threw for me. Kim arrived in a full cow girl outfit to remind me of wonderful Texas!
Today, I spoke with her to catch up. In the close of our conversation she reminded me of my vocation by saying, “Go save the world.” To which I responded, “One day, one prayer at a time.”
Yes. With God’s grace we can be extensions of his heart for those who need His love. Kim, thank you for reminding me of God’s goodness, for your friendship, and for blessing our journey.
#91 (February 05, 2010)
Michael
Michael was the one of the first musicians I met at Saint Stephen Parish. One of the very fist songs we learned together was Bless the Lord. He was a drummer who loved his drum set. I was always amazed on how much time it took to assemble a drum set. Every time I observed him, I was grateful that I was a pianist! =))
Michael developed his skill as a drummer through the years. All the times, I have called on him to serve, he was always very willing. When I told this young teenager that I wanted to be a priest and enter the seminary, he said, “Cool!” A simple word, which spoke volumes to me that the young still know what it means to be called to follow the Lord more closely.
Thank you Michael, for your willingness to make music throughout the years. Thank you for your friendship and for blessing our journey.
#92 (February 04, 2010)
My Parents
Today, I am reminded of my greatest heroes.
Project 122 states one person a day, but today my parents come together as one, as they did in marriage, as they did as parents to raise my siblings and I.
I remember when I was a little boy, I heard the alarm ring at 6am daily. Trying to wake up, I noticed my Mom and Dad getting ready for work. Then we made our way to the babysitter’s house each day and I fell back asleep to my mother’s warm kiss on my cheek saying that she loves me.
I remember in high school, a few times I woke up with my Dad in the early hours of the morning to head to downtown Vallejo, to a cold garage, filled with newspapers and help him band them, especially on Sundays when the editions were thicker. I took a shopping cart and helped him load his old brown Toyota. The car would be full! Yet, he made space for me in the back seat. Then he delivered newspapers to hundreds of homes throughout Vallejo. I would be back in my bed before 7:30am. My Father carried this tasks 365 days of the year throughout my childhood. Today, I love my Dad more than ever because of his sacrificial love.
My Mom and I went at it many times in the past. I was a teenager always causing her worries. I caused many worries especially when I was out late, crashed the car, summoned to court for witnessing a scene, or got a speeding ticket. At the same time, she always stood up for me whenever I was in danger. She is my Mother who wears a beautiful smile, who has joy in her life. I love her more than ever because of her sacrificial love.
They visited Mount Angel a few months ago. At the airport, my Mom said that in the past she worried for me. She worried if I was truly happy with what I was doing in my life. After her visit, she expressed how those worries disappeared. I knew that my Father, the silent man he is, felt the same way.
On this first day of my 26th year, if there are words beyond I love you, they are for you, my dearest Mom and Dad!
#93 (February 03, 2010)
Happy Birthday Fr. Tom!
Our first “hello” seemed like it was many many years ago. I met Father Tom at the right time in my life. Through all the years that I have known him, he has been nothing but kind to me. I am blessed to have him in my life.
When he was pastor at Saint Brendan Parish, I knew what it meant when the doors of a priest’s home were open because he was always there ready to receive me with a warm heart.
I remember one instance, I asked if I could come in late to crash for the night. In the middle of the night, the door knob wouldn’t turn, so I was locked out of the room he told me to occupy. He found me the next morning sleeping on the floor in the Saint Francis Room and woke me up. Those are some of the funny memories I have of the Saint Brendan Rectory.
I’ve enjoyed breakfast with Father Tom whether it was at West Portal or in Sausalito. We have had some of the best conversations over breakfast. Every time I am with him, I am rejuvenated in my vocation. He makes the priesthood come alive for me by his many stories about the Archdiocese, his priesthood, and life overall!
Father Tom, a wonderful priest, a dear friend, and my “twin” (since we share birthdays back to back)!
Father Tom, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Thank you for sharing the joy of life with me, for your dear friendship, and for blessing our journey!
#94 (February 02, 2010)
Ate Laureen
I have known Ate Laureen since I was a young teenager (the years I had braces). I remember the days when I worked at Hollywood Video in Vallejo and she would visit me. She was there when I met Christ for the first time at the Recollections. She was there when I directed Recollections #124 as one of my Assistant Directors, she was there when life began in San Francisco. Whenever certain concerns in my life needed to be attend, Ate Laureen was there.
Ate Laureen has been present and has cheered me on in all the important events in my life. She, too, is one who I may not see often. But, every time we do meet it is as if we never skipped a beat.
Ate Laureen, thank you for being by “Big Sister” and thank you for blessing our journey.
#95 (February 01, 2010)
Eddie
He’s the only “fighter” I personally know in my life. His first amateur boxing fight will be on the 26th of this month in San Francisco. It’s very scary to know someone who will be boxing in the ring. Yet, it’s his passion.
It feels as if I stumbled across Eddie. I was at a Young Adult Meeting at Holy Spirit Parish one Friday night in August 2009. That’s where we met. Since then, we’ve become good friends.
Eddie inspires me because he is a person who is absolutely real with God. He wears no masks and hides nothing from his past when he speaks of God. His testimony has been a reminder that God meets us where we are at in our lives and embraces us, saves us, and challenges us to grow in Him.
This past Christmas, I had the pleasure of enjoying lunch with Eddie and his mother who is a very kind and wonderful lady. Along with that, every conversation at Starbucks with Eddie, Joan, and others refreshes me and reminds me that there is hope in the world.
Eddie, thank you for being so real with God. Thank you for sharing the faith, and for blessing our journey.
#96 (January 31, 2010)
Jerome
He called last night to touch base and it was as if we never skipped a beat. I have known Jerome since I joined the DOJ ministry. He is one whom you can always expect to find a smile or a hug. In more recent times, he has led the Youth Ministry at Holy Spirit Parish. It is inspiring to see how a young person can grow into being a leader in the church.
But what inspires me the most about Jerome is his honesty and love before God. Sometimes his honesty makes me laugh out loud. Knowing he has such a big heart has made us very good friends.
Keep journeying with God Jerome. Thank you for your friendship and for blessing our journey.
#97 (January 30, 2010)
Happy Birthday Lawrence!
Good guitar players are hard to come by. Everyone wants to learn the guitar because its a social instrument. It’s easy to pick up on the go and play it in any social gathering. One good guitar player who comes to mind is Lawrence. I have never heard him perform live on stage, but have heard wonderful reviews about him. The only time I have heard Lawrence is when he prays with his guitar during any prayer gathering.
The way he prays with his instrument is simply inspiring. What’s even more inspiring is when one is able to join the musician in prayer. I remember a few years back, he sent me a recording he made of a Christian song. That particular song got me through some tough times. Thank you, Lawrence, for using the gifts God gave you for the building up of His Kingdom. Thank you for your friendship and for blessing our journey.
#98 (January 29, 2010)
Ate Pia
Where does one begin? It was September 2007, a lady stepped up to the ambo at Resurrection Parish at the closing of the yearly San Lorenzo Community Mass and stated with great enthusiasm, “Next year the Archdiocese of Portland will have its first Filipino Shrine!” That’s as far back as my memory can recollect of knowing Ate Pia.
She is one of the many who I meet up with at Store at the Press. Those are our special moments together when we simply check in, share, laugh, and/or organize for something. She has been one of my great confidants in Portland.
This morning, words are challenging because I just realized how much I’m going to miss someone like Ate Pia. So for now, may my “thank you” express all those wonderful grace-filled moments when God used you to bless my life. Thank you, Ate Pia, for blessing our journey.
#99 (January 28, 2010)
MJ
Jason needed a haircut one night, so I called on MJ who graciously gave the Hawaiian seminarian a hair cute. This is one of the things I admire about MJ, not the fact that he can cut hair. Rather, the fact that he is generous. Whenever I call on him, he is always there giving more than what was asked.
During the holidays, I accompanied him to a J.A.C. event at Saint Paul of the Shipwreck, his second church family. It was amazing to see him in his element, alive for Christ.
MJ, thank you for being so generous in your service, for your friendship, and for blessing our journey.
#100 (January 27, 2010)
Uncle Carlos
Here’s a hilarious shot taken a the goodbye party back in 2006.
I have known him for the majority of my life. I met him while I was still a young teenager at the Recollections. He was the man always ready to capture a moment with his camera… Carlos (affectionately Uncle Carlos).
When I moved to San Francisco in 2002, I got a call from Uncle Carlos. He was starting up the Disciples of Jesus Ministry in Fairfield and asked if I would be a part of it.The rest is history with the DOJ family.
What do I admire about Uncle Carlos the most? What is it about him that inspires me to be a priests? His joy of following the LORD.
All the years I have known him, I can never recall a moment where he didn’t love what he was doing. Every moment, he wears a genuine smile . Every moment, he is a man of prayer and joy.
Uncle Carlos, thank you for helping me discern God’s call. Thank you for your friendship and for blessing our journey.
#101 (January 26, 2010)
Seve with his sister Olivia
Sometimes one might feel that only an older person can inspire you to do great things. Not so is the case with my dear friend, Seve.
I’ve known him since he was at Saint Stephen School. I’ve seen him grow as a young teenager and as a young Catholic in his faith. Whenever I am home for a break, I make it a point to connect with him and the family. I have valued those times when he and I can go to Mass at Saint Patrick Parish in downtown, grab lunch or a cup of coffee, and talk about life and our walk with God.
In many of the simple ways, Seve has opened my eyes to faith and how God constantly works in our lives no matter how young or old we may be. I remember one afternoon when he and I stopped into Saint Patrick Church. I stood at a distance as he lit a candle to the Sacred Heart and prayed for a while. It was the eve before he would begin at Sacred Heart Prep. Observing that moment was inspiring.
In many of the simple ways, Seve has reminded me of the joy of why I want to be priest one day. Thank you Seve for your friendship and for blessing our journey.
#102 (January 25, 2010)
Kristine
This is a picture of Kristine and I at my birthday party a few years ago. Kristine is my “buddy” whom I love and respect very much. I have enjoyed accompanying her at liturgy throughout all the years at Saint Stephen. Whether it was Saturday at 4:30pm or 6am during the Simbang Gabi, ministering with Kristine was priceless.
She is a friend who I can be totally real with and she will be totally real right back. We have wonderful memories from Saint Stephen to Saint Brendan Parish, whether it was doing an errand for Father, making a Starbucks/ bakery run, making sandwiches lunch, or preparing for the monthly birthday staff parties.
Yet, aside from sharing musical gifts, the greatest gift she has given me is her friendship and her willingness to share her life with me: her joys, struggles, hurts, and laugh-out-loud moments. Listening to the story of her life has made me a better person. Thanks buddy for blessing me with your love and for blessing our journey.
#103 (January 24, 2010)
Carmelita with her daughter Catherine
2:40pm on any given day was a nice day to go out to the parking lot of the parish and meet up with Carmelita. This was around the time she waited for Catherine and Christian to get out of school.
We met up regularly, most of the time to shoot the breeze about anything. I am blessed for all the times she allowed me to give Catherine piano lessons. During those lessons, Carmelita sat patiently in the church and prayed. Most of the time she prayed with our Mother of Perpetual Help. That was moving.
I am also blessed for all the conversations we shared, especially as I drew closer to leaving Saint Stephen Parish to enter the seminary. Those were and are priceless moments.
I look forward every Christmas, to see Carmelita, Catherine, and the family at the parish or at Stonestowne Mall. Every time we see each other, it is as if we never skipped a beat.
Carmelita, thank you for blessing our journey.
#104 (January 23, 2010)
Ate Bambi
At the close of my first summer as a seminarian, Ate Bambi gifted me with a scrapbook of my time at Saint Patrick Church. I treasure that scrapbook to this day.
I admire Ate Bambi for her love for children and concern with others.
My most recent treasured memory with Ate Bambi was this Christmas when she and I went to Borders and browsed at a few books in Union Square. It was a simple morning with Ate Bambi, but I truly enjoyed our conversations and it was great catching up with her.
Ate Bambi seems to be a jet-setter, so I don’t get to see her as often. But every time I do see her, we speak as if we never skipped a beat.
Ate Bambi, thank you for blessing our journey with your friendship.
#105 (January 22, 2010)
Mary with her two grandsons Joe & Jerry (Courtesy of Jim C.)
Today is Friday. I remember my Friday’s at Saint Stephen Parish. It was the day after Thursday Choir Rehearsal, the close of the business week, and the day before Saturday Vigil Mass. Yet, there was something very special about Friday afternoons. The most exciting event of Friday afternoons was seeing my dear friend at the front desk, Mary.
Mary, remains to this day, one of the kindest ladies I have met in my life. She always greeted me with a smile every Friday while she stuffed the weekend bulletins with flyers and answered the phones.
One of my endearing memories of Mary was her story telling. Mary always had a good story to share about her beloved Ireland, or her dear San Francisco, or her sweet husband Jerry. They were all stories that touch the heart.
The greatest attribute of Mary that inspires me to be a priest is her faith. Countless times she reminded me that no matter what happens, the good Lord will take care of the both of us. I remind her every chance I get, that she will be in the front row on the day of my ordination. As she affectionately responds each time with her sweet Irish voice, “Please God.”
Mary, thank you for blessing our journey together.
#106 (January 21, 2010)
Olet
One of the most talked about memories of my time at Saint Stephen was on December 24th before the Simbang Gabi Mass. I was reaching over for some music and as I leaned over, the marble communion rail came tumbling down! For a moment, I stood there, the kids looked at me, and I didn’t know what to do. Mass was about to begin! Olet finally came over and helped me pick up this enormous piece of marble.
Every time I sit around the table with Olet he always has a joke. Sometimes, or most of the time, he tells the corniest jokes. Yet, I get a kick out of hearing them, knowing it can only come from him.
Olet is a man of prayer. I remember many times as I played the piano for the communion meditation at Saint Stephen Parish, I would see Olet on his knees, praying. That was simply inspiring.
One of my fondest memories was the time Olet drove me to Saint Patrick Parish in downtown. The whole ride, we spoke about vocations and prayer. It has stuck with me since that day. Thank you Olet for your friendship, for welcoming me into your family, and for blessing our journey.
#107 (January 20, 2010)
Ate Sally
Ate Sally and I are pictured here in front of Park Chow in the Sunset District enjoying a weekday lunch together. The first time I heard Ate Sally sing was during my first summer back from the seminary at Saint Patrick Church. Her voice and the way she led the congregation in song moved me towards God. As a matter of fact, to make a long story short, it was through her singing that she met her husband, Mhinor.
Aside from her ministry in music, Ate Sally is a kind person. She and Kuya Mhinor love each other very much and I admire that joy they find in their marriage. I have enjoyed many conversations with Ate Sally about life all around. She is one who has welcomed me into her life and it is a pure joy every time we see each other. Ate Sally, thank you for your friendship, for your music, for the joy you show in your marriage, and for blessing our journey.
#108 (January 19, 2010)
Ate Hersh
When I look back at my teenage years many people come to mind, especially those from Saint Patrick Parish. In a more particular way, I remember Ate Hersh. Ate Hersh and I were “reunited” during my first summer back from seminary at Saint Patrick. She has remained the same caring and loving person I remembered when I was a very young teenager.
I admire her leadership with SPYCO (the youth organization at Saint Patrick Church). She leads them well, always with a smile. Since we were reunited, Ate Hersh continues to show a sense of concern for me. She continues to check up on me to be sure things are well. One great thing about Ate Hersh is that, in and out of season, she always makes me laugh and let’s me realize that life is full of God’s good humor. Thank you Ate Hersh for your friendship, for your constant care, and for blessing our journey.
#109 (January 18, 2010)
(R) Ate Nova with her husband Brian
Many people come to mind when I think of Saint Patrick Parish in downtown San Francisco. One in particular has a special place in my heart, my dear Ate Nova. In a few words, she loves the church in and out of season. Her stories inspire me. I remember the stories of how she would have to be up at a certain time to catch the certain muni bus, to be at Saint Patrick Church by 7am. She is there every Sunday leading the people in song.
Ate Nova is a very simple person. I enjoy those moments when we can simply enjoy each others company over a cup of Starbucks in downtown San Francisco. I treasure those times when I am able to share my joys, my fears, my excitement about the priesthood. She journeys with me, side by side. Thank you Ate Nova, for blessing my life with your friendship, thank you for blessing our journey.
#110 (January 17, 2010)
Kuya Rhon
These past four years, Kuya Rhon has reminded me that “God’s love is constant in a constantly changing world.” He continues to be a wonderful big brother to me.
Every time I am back in the Bay Area, we try to connect over a cup of coffee at Starbucks, share a few laughs and a few spiritual insights on life. Every time we do this, I feel renewed and strengthened in my vocation.
In times when we depart, he will remind me that he is praying for me. Each time he gives me that reminder, I am moved. I am moved because I feel his prayers strengthening me each day. Thank you Kuya Rhon for blessing my life with your friendship and brotherhood. Thank you Kuya for blessing our journey.
#111 (January 16, 2010)
Francisco
Francisco and I have known each other since high school. We were the musicians at Saint Vincent Ferrer in Vallejo. He was the organist and I was the pianist. He’s one of these guys whose company you would enjoy during any season in life.
Whenever it came to music, Francisco always delivered and I admire him for his accomplishments. This time last year, Francisco made time for me by driving from San Francisco to Portland to be the percussionist for the grand Santo Nino Celebration. Today, I am reminded of Francisco’s kindness and I am reminded of the many blessings and stories I have with him.
Even though I have never met his daughter, in my heart I know he is a wonderful father. This is evident because he has made me a better person through his friendship. Francisco, thank you for the laughs throughout the years, thank you for your friendship, and thank you for blessing our journey.
#112 (January 15, 2010)
Helga
“Who are you?”
That was the big question I was asked when I began my job at Saint Stephen Parish. She looked at me up and down, stated her question, and I soon realized that Helga would be an amazing person who would bless my life.
Helga is one of the biggest volunteers of the parish. When I organized the Simbang Gabi she would willingly assist. One morning, I did not have the key to the hall, so I called her around 5:15am and asked if she could open the hall so I can start the coffee. On another occasion, I remember when I bought her six flowers for her birthday (12 were over my budget at the floral shop). After bringing them to her house, I was hungry, so I asked her for a banana. She ran with these two incidents during my whole time at Saint Stephen Parish. She always got a kick telling people the story.
I helped her set up the Nativity Scene during my last Christmas at the parish. During that time, she asked me all the honest and direct questions about entering the seminary. By doing so, she has helped me to really discern my vocation. After she set all the figurines in place, I knew that I had a better hold on the journey that I was about to undertake.
Helga, I miss the laughs very much. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#113 (January 14, 2010)
Tina
When I first moved to San Francisco in 2002, I lived in the Sunset District. The Starbucks that quickly became home to me was located on 8th & Irving. I always looked forward to going there because Tina, my dear cousin, would be working.
Tina is the person who I can meet up with any time of the year and she and I will have countless stories to share whether it’s at her work or sitting around the kitchen.
I admit that I truly admire Tina. She has had a lot of personal bumps on this journey of life yet deep down inside of her, she is a strong woman. Her baby, Damian, is priceless and is a sign of God’s love in today’s crazy world. Tina, thank you for being my cousin, for being a mother, and for blessing our journey.
#114 (January 13, 2010)
(R) Guido
pictured with Jim
When I initially saw the advertisement for the music position at Saint Stephen Parish, I went quickly to see the church. One of the things I remember was their pipe organ in the choir loft and the first person I met was Guido. My first thought when he introduced himself was that his name was very interesting: Guido (never heard of it before). He spoke with much pride of the new organ in the church as he served on the committee that made the dream happen.
There were many special moments with Guido during my time at Saint Stephen, whether it was Starbucks, out on the town, church hopping throughout the Archdiocese, replacing a light bulb, or simply accompanying him to buy something the church needed.
One of the moments I treasure to this day were those Sunday nights where he and I would sit in the sanctuary, in the dark church, and share our stories. Those were and are priceless moments. I learned a lot from Guido during those sitting sessions.
Guido, thank you for blessing our journey.
#115 (January 12, 2010)
Rodelyn
A paragraph or two wouldn’t justify how much Rodelyn means to me. When I think about it, we simply stumbled across one another’s paths. I attempted to cook for the first time by sticking salmon in the oven. Instead of setting the oven at 350 degrees, I set the oven for broil. That was a mistake and Rodelyn was the first to let me know. She invited me over for dinner as a consolation to my failed attempt. The rest is history!
Rodelyn has been a sign of God’s love in my life. No matter what I am going through, the good or bad, in pursuing my vocation or living life, she’s right there, supporting me the best she knows how.
One of my most fondest memories, when we first met, is how often we would chill in her kitchen and shoot the breeze about anything and everything. I continue to bounce off a lot of ideas and thoughts with her and cherish her friendship beyond words.
These are only some of the many memories I have of Rodelyn. I’d love to share more.
Rodelyn, thank you for being part of my life and blessing our journey.
#116 (January 11, 2010)
(R) Cheryl L. pictured with Uncle Carlos
Even though I haven’t seen Cheryl since I left for seminary, she still holds a very special place in my heart. Besides, who can ever forget the person who brought you to Christ?
The Recollection Retreat #115 (which was many many many years ago) was the retreat in which Cheryl directed and I participated in. We were a very small community for this particular retreat. Yet, it was the retreat that changed my life even to this day. Cheryl had faith that God would lead her in directing the retreat for us. God was and is faithful.
To this day, I still consider her my director and one of my biggest role models. In all the important milestones of my life, she has been there. Thank you Ate Cheryl, for blessing our journey.
#117 (January 10, 2010)
Cece F.
I remember it as if it was only yesterday. I was making my way to my car at San Francisco State University, and I ran into an old friend, Jena. We were catching up and she invited me to her on-campus apartment. I accompanied her and noticed rosaries hanging on every door knob. She quickly stated that her roommate hung the rosaries. Shortly after, her roommate came out, we met, and rest is history!
It would take countless paragraphs and hundreds of pages just to give you a glimpse at my friendship with Cecilia (affectionately Cece). But if there was one thing I could state, this is what it would be.
Cece has reminded me of God’s true authentic love. God puts people in our lives to help us along our journey. Cece and I met at the right time and place in my life. She has been one of the greatest spiritual friends one could ask for.
I miss those days when she and I prayed together in different churches throughout the Archdiocese. And of course, there was always Starbucks. To this day, we have never asked much from each other. The only thing important is the fact that we pray for each other as both of us discern our vocation.
Cece, I love you dearly. Thank you for blessing our journey.
#118 (January 9, 2010)
Vera R.
In the early days, when I organized the Simbang Gabi at Saint Stephen Parish, I met this woman full of life, Vera. She was the coordinator for Saint Anne of the Sunset and when working out details, she was on top of it. She knew the right questions to ask at the right time.
She is a woman full of spunk, hence I affectionately call her my “Little Old Fire Ball.” Out of all the things we bounced off of each other, there are some,that I feel, are worth sharing:
- Don’t play the pipe organ to loud in church
- Be real with the people of God
- And don’t forget to have a sense of humor. Make people laugh. Preach the Gospel plainly from the heart.
Vera’s insights on my journey, to this day, remain practical, simple, and to-the-point. One of my greatest joys, is walking into Saint Anne and finding Vera with other wonderful ladies, running the gift shop.
If you ever see me visiting with Vera and the ladies at the Saint Anne Gift Shop in San Francisco, it is guaranteed you will find us laughing out loud.
Vera, thanks for blessing our journey.
#119 (January 8, 2010)
(L) Jim
Pictured with Guido and I
When I first arrived at Saint Stephen Parish, the Saturday night Masses were one of the regular liturgies where I provided music. Working with Kristine was such a delight. If there was one thing I remembered about Saturday night liturgies, it would be the fact that EVERY Saturday after Mass, a certain gentleman came up to Kristine and I personally and said, “Thanks for the music!” That would be all he would say, he would smile, and be on his way.
A simple and kind act like that always stuck with me. Jim and I became good friends through my time at Saint Stephen Parish. He was a person who I always look forward to seeing. In those early days, he and Guido were my Starbucks buddies.
I will never forget how supportive Jim was to me during my last days at Saint Stephen. He is a practical type of guy, friendly, and a great story teller.
Now, anytime I visit a church were music moves my gaze towards God, I make it a point to go to the musician and say, “Thanks for the music,” smile, and be on my way.
Thanks Jim for blessing our journey!
#120 (January 7, 2010)
Alan C. (pictured with Cece)
Over break we visited with the Castro family in Fairfield and spoke with Alan online. It was the first time I saw him since Amber’s 18th Birthday. There he was in full uniform! I met his wife, Charen, a very kind lady. This morning I woke and saw pictures of his new born son, Alexander Caesar Reales Castro. Alan’s sister states that Alexander was born on January 6th, 2010 at 17:17, 7lbs 14oz 21in.
I’m sincerly moved by the beauty of fatherhood and by the vocation of family. Prior to moving to Japan, I remember Alan to be a very quiet person and a good friend. During my many visits with the Castro family, he was very animated. He is a wonderful son to his father and mother and a good brother to his sister, Amber.
Now, I know without a doubt he will be a good father to his beautiful new born son. Moments like this are a reminder of God’s love for us found in the innocence and beauty of life. Thank you Alan for blessing our journey. Thank you, Charen and Alexander, for reminding the world of the depth of God’s love.
#121 (January 6, 2010)
Nicole B.
Nicole was the tour guide in our 2006 Pilgrimage around Europe. She was fond of using a phrase that stuck with me throughout the pilgrimage, “May I remember that I am a pilgrim and not a tourist.” When I look back on that pilgrimage, I remember Nicole being a person who truly loved the LORD. One fond memory that I recount was in Assisi. Everyone went around to explore and all I cared to do was sit at the cafe. Nicole joined me and we had a wonderful chat about vocations. I shared my excitement, joys, fears, and all around feeling about being at the threshold of entering seminary.
I look back and I can’t believe I have come this far. Nicole, thank you for blessing our journey.
#122 (January 05, 2010)
Angelica P.
Angel and I crossed paths at a retreat I directed in February 2006. She is a woman filled with sincere joy and love for God. During my final days before beginning life in the seminary, she opened her home to me and I met her wonderful children. She lives out her vocation as a mother with much joy. Her children are everything to her and she expresses that gratitude to God on a daily basis.
Angel, thank you for blessing our journey.
Thank you Kuya Jr for being in my life and inspiring me to assist our brothers and sisters! Thank you for always saying yes to the Lord, with that, you have inspired me so much! I’m praying for you and the Seminarian Brothers and also for the Young Ladies who would want to be come Nuns. God Bless you always Kuya Jr, if you need me, I’ll be here waiting
Love,
-MJ
Jr,
Thank you for reminding about the love of parents… You post #92 made me cry.
Happy Birthday again…
With Love,
Al
Hey man, you totally did not put me up here. How are you gonna tell me to look at this and not even mention me…yet! Hahahhahahhahah, jk. I think your wordpress will keep me occupied for my 8 hour shift at work.
Thank you for your kind words. Congratulations, you are almost there! You are wished the very best. May God bless you and keep you safe. Love and prayers, Joan.
Jr,
Joy, Peace and Love. Many more wishes and I am very grateful to the Lord for guiding you on the path of Life.. Keep that smile going…
Prayerfully,
A. Nanette
Richmond, VA
St. Peter Julian Eymard (1811 – 1868)
“Adore and visit Jesus abandoned and forsaken by men in His Sacrament of love. Man has time for everything except for visits to his Lord and God, who is waiting and longing for him in His tabernacle. The streets and houses of amusement are filled with people. The house of God is deserted.”
Manolito! Wow! Wonderful stories! Jose feels very honored that he is included in your stories. We are looking forward to visit with you many times in the future. We will try our very best to give you our full support for you to carry out your priestly ministry.
Greetings Jr from the person who was in awe that first time I heard you lector at St. Anne of the Sunset with me. I marvel at the many people who have motivated you, supported you and inspired you. How about the many people YOU HAVE MOTIVATED, SUPPORTED AND INSPIRED(I’m one of them.)
You definitely are a “chosen one.” I remember you in my prayers and ask God to watch over you as you continue your priestly journey. I hope to be one of those present at your ordination….
GOD BLESS YOU Jr and THANK YOU for being a part of my life!
I Love you,
Freda
Simply thank you… for everything and anything. You touch and continue to bless my life and heart in many ways I possibly couldn’t have to yours. I know I don’t say it nor show it, but I’m really excited to have you back home. I love you much and I’m forever grateful to have you in my life
LoveAlways,
You’re one&only Goddaughter♥
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