Articles in Category: Living Faith

A Moment that Lasts a Lifetime

on Sunday, 16 October 2016. Posted in Living Faith

Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

He gasped for air like a fish out of the water. His hands trembled like a warning bell of irrepressible danger. After ten long years of suffering from stroke and paralysis, he finally came to terms with his mortality.

From Superstition to Liberation

on Friday, 29 July 2016. Posted in Living Faith

by Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

She blew at the piece of ginger on her hand while, with her eyes closed, she muttered a mantric formula that was handed down to her from her ancestors. A small crowd waited in expectation at the next thing that would happen. The sick child was lying on the bed with his head wrapped with kasla leaves, which were believed to heal high fever.

Growing Up with Grown-ups

on Friday, 03 June 2016. Posted in Living Faith

by Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

Ablazing hot summer vacation has passed and another academic year begins once again. That feeling of nostalgia goes back without warning once we step on the school ground with a certain mix of apprehension for test papers and school projects. We look forward to piles of challenging assignments as we reminisce the joys of the past most especially the fiery heat of El Nińo as we soaked in the cold sea water. One thing is for sure as we are flooded by these different sorts of experiences: we grow old.


Change on the Way to Success

on Saturday, 20 February 2016. Posted in Living Faith

by Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

I was leisurely eating ice cream inside a mall near the grocery store. It was four in the afternoon, and it was still early for my 5:30 p.m. Mass. Unconcerned with passers-by behind me, I playfully twirled the plastic spoon, scooped a generous amount, and savored the sweet delight then munched the hard chocolate crystals sprinkled on top of the cold delicacy.


A Matter of Perspective

on Monday, 15 February 2016. Posted in Living Faith

by Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

I open the door, and the screeching sounds momentarily break the silence of the dawn, and the moist coldness wakes up my dizzy spell of sleep as I enter the chapel and walk toward the altar for a 5:30 a.m. celebration of the Mass. I examine the Mass-goers as I begin the sign of the cross. They’re the same familiar faces I’ve known since I was a seminarian—familiar faces showing the same familiar postures six years ago, at Mass.


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