On
January 2, 2012 at around 9:00 am I had a private meeting with the bishop of
Occidental Mindoro and right at that very moment, with a heavy heart, I
tendered my resignation effective that very day. The prelate ordered something that
I cannot accept. I do not want to divulge what transpired on that one-on-one
and heart-to-heart talk between us. It’s private as I have mentioned. Almost
teary eyed that very moment, I typed a very brief letter written in the
vernacular and handed it to him right there and then. I know that my separation
pay would be sacrificed as a result of that speedy decision. Anyway, all of lay
employees who were retrenched from our respective pastoral offices went out receiving
not even a single cross-eyed 5-centavo coin. Even our monetized leave credits. But
the bishop promised when everything is settled, I will get said employees’
benefit. And that promise remained what it is: a promise. But if I and my
co-lay workers have risked our lives and limbs against structural evils of
society for the Vineyard of the Lord, why would I be selfish not letting an
earthly treasure go? But honestly, I am positively praying then for that
“catch”, like the sons of Zebedee at sea above their nets cast into the deep.
Not anymore. I believe that if only God has sole decision over my supplication,
God’s response would be immediate and to my favor. But God is God and God
cannot be a bishop neither the financial administrator of a Particular Church. That
day I left the Vicariate, my refuge for more than 20 years, with my pockets literally
turned inside out. Hours later, some priests have also filed their respective leave
of absence.
The
following morning, that was January 3, I went to Sablayan to attend the earlier
scheduled Technical Working Group (TWG) meeting in my personal capacity and no
longer as a representative of the Local Church’s Social Services Commission
(SSC). A TWG composed of civil society
and faith organizations along with representatives from local and national
governments and Mangyan leaders tasked to draft guidelines and other
preparations for sectoral representation of Indigenous People/Indigenous
Cultural Communities (IP/ICC) to the Local Executive Board of LGU-Sablayan. Through
his executive secretary, the local chief executive of said municipality offered
me a post at the newly-created Indigenous Peoples’ Affairs Office or IPAO.
Immediately I accomplished my requirements, my Personal Data Sheet and so on
and that same day I was hired on a contractual basis as the IPAO-Designate. I
was assigned to work with the IPs and the task is somewhat similar to my former
job. After series of baptism of fire, the rests became a series of fruitful days
and months at LGU-Sablayan. I was blessed I was only jobless for less than 24
hours!
2012
is a transition period from being a Church worker to a government employee. A
crossover move that made me sink that “as cool as a cucumber” finger roll a-la Tim Duncan, to
borrow a basketball parlance.
This
major change in my career didn’t stop me from writing or blogging. To date, a
have posted a total of 42 blog entries for 2012 alone. My first entry for the
year was something entitled “Mangyans as Municipal Legislators” and my last is
about the recent Mindoro Landing celebration in San Jose. In-between were entries hinged on personal
reflections about almost anything about Occidental Mindoro.
Modesty
aside, during my days I was awarded Best Writer of the Year courtesy of my Alma
Mater being the Managing Editor of the New Image, our school paper at
Occidental Mindoro National College or OMNC. (Many of those who read my blog erred
in thinking that I am a product of a Catholic school!) This year my eldest, 20 years of age and
taking up BSED, went to Puerto Princesa to represent the same campus organ,
along with other students, for the 9th Regional Higher Education
Press Conference last December 7 to 9. He grabbed the 4th place in
Development Communication Writing and a 5th placer in Poetry Writing
in Filipino. Another writing competition was held at the Philippine Normal
College in Manila last December 12 to 14 for the Philippine Association of
State Universities and Colleges (PASUC) and made landed 7th placer
in Essay Writing Category in said national writing competition. Straight from
the now- defunct Saint Joseph College Seminary or SJCS (Remember this story how
he get there at the SJCS?), he entered into the gates of Occidental Mindoro
State College (OMSC), our Alma Mater (my wife, by the way is also an alumnus of said school) with a slam, making his presence felt!
I
has a hunch that my eldest daughter who is also an OMSCian taking up Bachelor
in Elementary Education (BEed) just created a blog, I was told, under a
fictitious name. But judging from her academic performance and her writing
scrap books, I know she writes well too. He is more into technical writing. She
belongs to the Top Ten of her batch. Her thesis on child rearing got good grade
from her critic teachers. 2012 made them hooked into books. Now, almost ¼ of
the space of our concrete but unfinished (and lightly furnished) little abode is
filled with previously owned books and other reading materials.
Talking
of my two grown-ups, I am happy at least year 2012 showed me a “sneak preview”, like a movie, of what they become in the near future. They are good
students, of their school, of life and of society. Aside from writing, I have
taught them sense of justice and fairness by telling them not to take things
that are not theirs and give things they possess to their rightful owners. Me? There
are two major things I have learned this year: First, my children’s achievements
this year cannot be compensated by any earthly treasures such as money or
monetary leave credits and laptop computer. From now on, I will not be
complaining about my being a blogger without having a computer of my own. I
realized that even elevator boys do not have their own elevators!
Second,
I realized that there’s also a splash of divinity and holiness in striving for
good governance and government service, and not only politicians break their
promise. On the other hand, not all men of cloth,-… mind their own clothes!
But
above all, I thank you Lord, for a blessed 2012. ..
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