More often than not, I would usually be caught reading broadsheets and I find certain "wisdom" in it but of course, nothing like what I get in figuring out certain methods, analysis, many mathematical and mental exercises I'd get from school and The Good Book.
Thanks to Lolo Oeng, I've this unbreakable habit of reading several broadsheets and I sure learn and unlearn certain thoughts from it.
First thing is last. For some undefined reason (or at least not yet), I read the newspaper backwards always and I almost always skip the showbiz part (Ha! To hell. Kidding). I stay longer in the Editorial and Opinion section - because I have this penchant to not only read things written but I decipher those using both my heart and mind.
I love it that such journalists make their readers think and not just bombard them with certain stupidity. I admit, I am fan of Borja, Benigno, Soliven, Ocampo and yes, De Quiros. Young as I may seem, these journalists made me realize that all is not good out there. Outside my own little world. That there is some danger I could handily stumble upon should I continuously play pretend that "certain trash" is nowhere.
Below is an excerpt from PDI's "There's The Rub".
"Certainly, this “new” Mother Teresa has infinitely better lessons to impart to us, Filipinos, a presumably deeply religious people whose religiousness has always been a little suspect. It says at the very least that people who do not suffer a crisis of faith do not really have much faith to suffer from.
Mother Teresa’s saintliness had little to do with spending endless hours on the pews of a church searching for God, it had to do with spending endless hours in the streets of Calcutta searching for those God presumably created in His image and likeness but forgot about soon afterward, or so it would seem. Mother Teresa’s saintliness had little to do with embracing the rosary and tending to the calluses on her worn knees, it had to do with embracing the skeletal frames of famished orphans and tending to the leprous, the dying, the damned occupants of earth’s version of Dante’s Inferno. Mother Teresa’s saintliness had little to do with sighing, ah, but all this misery is God’s will let’s just accept it and move on, it had to do with trying as best one could to push it back however daunting the task, and crying out to heaven in moments of anguish and despair, as Christ himself cried out at the Cross: “Where are You, God? Why have You forsaken me?”
The priests of Latin America lost their faith in the smithy of struggle, Mother Teresa lost her faith in the bowels of wretchedness. The priests of Latin America found their God again in their struggle to transform their world and themselves, Mother Teresa found her God again in her striving to fill the famished bodies around her with food and the even more famished soul inside of her with laughter."
Made you think, yes? That's why I love Conrad de Quiros' writings - passionate and definitely no non-sense.
Thanks to Lolo Oeng, I've this unbreakable habit of reading several broadsheets and I sure learn and unlearn certain thoughts from it.
First thing is last. For some undefined reason (or at least not yet), I read the newspaper backwards always and I almost always skip the showbiz part (Ha! To hell. Kidding). I stay longer in the Editorial and Opinion section - because I have this penchant to not only read things written but I decipher those using both my heart and mind.
I love it that such journalists make their readers think and not just bombard them with certain stupidity. I admit, I am fan of Borja, Benigno, Soliven, Ocampo and yes, De Quiros. Young as I may seem, these journalists made me realize that all is not good out there. Outside my own little world. That there is some danger I could handily stumble upon should I continuously play pretend that "certain trash" is nowhere.
Below is an excerpt from PDI's "There's The Rub".
"Certainly, this “new” Mother Teresa has infinitely better lessons to impart to us, Filipinos, a presumably deeply religious people whose religiousness has always been a little suspect. It says at the very least that people who do not suffer a crisis of faith do not really have much faith to suffer from.
Mother Teresa’s saintliness had little to do with spending endless hours on the pews of a church searching for God, it had to do with spending endless hours in the streets of Calcutta searching for those God presumably created in His image and likeness but forgot about soon afterward, or so it would seem. Mother Teresa’s saintliness had little to do with embracing the rosary and tending to the calluses on her worn knees, it had to do with embracing the skeletal frames of famished orphans and tending to the leprous, the dying, the damned occupants of earth’s version of Dante’s Inferno. Mother Teresa’s saintliness had little to do with sighing, ah, but all this misery is God’s will let’s just accept it and move on, it had to do with trying as best one could to push it back however daunting the task, and crying out to heaven in moments of anguish and despair, as Christ himself cried out at the Cross: “Where are You, God? Why have You forsaken me?”
The priests of Latin America lost their faith in the smithy of struggle, Mother Teresa lost her faith in the bowels of wretchedness. The priests of Latin America found their God again in their struggle to transform their world and themselves, Mother Teresa found her God again in her striving to fill the famished bodies around her with food and the even more famished soul inside of her with laughter."
Made you think, yes? That's why I love Conrad de Quiros' writings - passionate and definitely no non-sense.
