Articles in Category: Living Faith


on Saturday, 23 December 2017. Posted in Living Faith

by Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

Can I hug you, father?” This sudden request came as a surprise to me so I blurted with a question, “Yes?” This request was from the young woman who had confessed her sins, soon after I have given her the absolution. Then she took the initiative to embrace me more out of comfort for herself than for me as I looked anxiously at the other college students lining up and waiting for their turn at confession on the other side of the glass door. The hug was sweet, quick, and comforting as I tapped her back as if saying, “Everything will turn out fine. God is always with us.” I was glad nobody had the same request after her.

Identity Crisis?

on Tuesday, 25 July 2017. Posted in Living Faith

by Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

The jeep leisurely picked up passengers as I started to doze off in it while enjoying the cool December morning going to Tagaytay. All of a sudden, I suddenly woke up from the noise of three “boys” getting in as they seemed to be arguing but were actually having a normal conversation, which earned the scorn of other jeepney passengers.

Dear Heart, Come Home

on Saturday, 18 March 2017. Posted in Living Faith

by Fr. Ogie Magbanua, SSP

He steps out of a jeep and walks towards home. He carries a big bag and a guitar which hangs on his shoulder. He follows the dusty, small road along the rice fields. He looks out of place because of his young and fair-complexioned skin, and he wears a formal polo shirt and shoes. 

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.

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