Sunday People

Sunday afternoon, I was northbound Edsa. I just came from my group, the Sunday People, for our after the feast gathering. As the bus was gearing up to full speed; I realized something. I realized that my life, my journey, has gone to another trip.

I have known about the feast last year. It was the Sunday talk of Bro. Bo Sanchez. I came to know this guy way back in the seminary when I found a copy of Kerygma Magazine. Then in college I was again able to encounter one copy in the house where I was renting. In my first job, I was able to read his book “Thank God His Boss.” Then when I begun earning really my own money I started buying his books. My sister said I am a Bonatic. Last year after reading one his books I decided to donate giving freely. I subscribed to the websites, KerygmaFamily, and since then I have been donating until I joined the forum. But before being invited by my co-members in the forum by sis Jennifer Cueto, I got my invitation from HR personnel when I was applying in Coca-cola export. If I remember well her name is Beng. Last Sunday I saw her singing in the choir. I have been attending the feast for more than a month now. Hearing Bo speak was really inspiring. Though I was a former seminarian, I was not introduced to charismatic praise style, the one they call worship. Sis Jen cautioned me that I may get shocked because most of the attendees are women and it will be not the usual gathering that I know.

Then I met these people, the one that I call Sunday People. If Albom has Tuesday People in Tuesdays with Morrie, we have Sundays with Sunday People. What I have are these beautiful persons. We come from different backgrounds, lifestyle, beliefs, and quite a big age difference, just kidding, though most are young at heart. It’s amazing that the group I am with is even international. Some are from New Zealand, others from the US, from Singapore, China, and the Middle East. The wonder of the internet connected us all like a one big family. Here no one is a stranger. We listen and read each or anyone’s post regarding their personal problems ranging from the simplest to the most intricate. Here we believe in the power of prayer and in the power of the Almighty God. Opinions of different persons are heard. Comments and views are shared to give light to something that bothers anyone who in God’s miraculous guidance where brought to the site. We cried and rejoiced with each other. We shared our thoughts and understandings. We bonded.

We call it a miracle. We never knew each other personally and yet when we meet on Sunday as if we knew each other for along time. The alias in the computer screens are not just lines that comes up when a post is made. They bare real persons, real friends.

I smiled at the bus; I hope the girl across my seat didn’t notice because she might think Im crazy, while reminiscing the events of that day. As I said to one of the sisters who has poured out her hurts the night before “our intestines are already intertwined, we are already a family.”

Indeed we are already a family. Though of different house we go when we part, though we are of different age and background, each and everyone is a friend, a family, and an angel to each and everyone’s eyes. These are the Sunday People.

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Job

Our job keeps us afloat in the world were we struggle to survive. We wake up early in the morning to drag ourselves into heavy traffic of EDSA, fall in line in ques of jeepnies and buses bound to our final destination: OFFICE.

I guest we all ended up in our first job because we have to survive. It is either you were to ashamed to be under the turf of your parents after spending 6 years in a 4 year course in college or it is just that you want to prove to them that you are independent that is why you are having this job, a job not related to the course you took in college after several shifts. I once joke a friend why does she need to “ship” when all she needs to do is to take a tricycle. In the end we will just find ourselves working in an office underpaid and over task.

Passion drives us. I once read that if we could only be passionate in what we do we would be the happiest person in the world (just something like that I think?). If we are miserable with our work then I say that we are wasting all our energies and we have been long miserable because we need the job that we don’t like or enjoy. You grumble of the low salary and the mean mouth of your boss (your lucky if your boss is a good one, the one that knows how to listen, praise a good work, and financially considerate).

Then there will be times in the office which we call reorganization. What you fear is that you will be drop into a position that you never wanted or maybe you will be given a piece of paper offering you redundancy or early retirement. Every office has politics, if you don’t have connections you might end up being kicked out. So how will you improve your life in the office and do enjoy your job? Besides the pay problem which could be augmented by sidelines or if you are wise enough a manageable business, I think the other problem one faces is how one thinks of the job. If you think your job sucks it will be truly that bad. Try to search deeper what makes your job. Yes it is tiring no job is easy even not doing anything in the office is tiring. It could be the analysis part that keeps your mind alive, it could also the fascination of facing new problem to solve, or maybe just the beautiful relations of the team that you are in. If you don’t feel like that in your job I tell you are wasting your time in your job.

Yes we need to survive but as time passes you long for a passion that you dearly wanted. An unsatisfied craving will lead you to frustration and desperation. If you keep on feeding that frustration you might end up uncontrollable and worst crazy. Search within you the passion that you have and make that passion drive you. Just like a car you need fuel not only to keep on going but also in reaching your destination.

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