Saturday, January 14, 2017

Thinning the Red Line

By Rolo B. Cena
Random
Dumaguete Star Informer
15 January 2017

National developments in the last six months manifest a very disturbing phenomenon:  The red line that demarcates the State and the Church is gradually thinning.  Apparently, there are three personalities believed to be involved in this behavior:  The Church, the politics itself and the media.

In nearly four decades now, the Filipinos never have seen the Catholic Church as vocal as in the days of EDSA Revolution as it is today:  They post drug war pictures on Churches’ walls with inscription “Wag kang papatay,” priests include drug war in their homilies and priests conduct massive “Duterte Resign” signature campaign.  The seeming unstoppable effort of the Catholic Church hints a very strong message of conflict.  

Skeptics questioned:  Is this an acceptable behavior from the “godliest” whose work of spreading the good news that Christ and his disciples started remains unchanged?

In the Dark Ages of Medieval Europe, right after the fall of Jerusalem to the Muslims, Pope Urban II delivered a stimulating speech at the Council of Clermont in France calling rich and poor Christians to embark on war to save Jerusalem.  He promised absolution and remission from sins for all who’d die in battle.  In other accounts, historians believed that those who joined the “righteous forces” then known as the Crusade were actually killers, rapists, and other form of convicts trained to kill at all cost.  Inspired by the Crusades, the Knights Templar was formed, which later obtained the blessing of Pope Innocent II for their sole mission of protecting the Christian pilgrims from Europe to Jerusalem.

They kill enemies of the Church in the guise of inspiring Christian faith; they subjugate kingdoms in the guise of spreading Christianity across Europe, Asia and Africa; they interrogate non-believers in the guise of holy inquisitions; they threaten in the guise of fanaticism and beyond that, as historians claim, they “dig and rob” in the guise of protecting Christians. 

In one article, a Bishop branded President Duterte as “mamamatay tao” as a way of campaigning against his believed-to-be devilish drug war that to date claimed thousands of addicts, peddlers and lords and caused a significant number to surrender.

Could it be that the Church is right in claiming that killing these drug addicts, peddlers and lords is the work of Satan?  But why did Pope Urban II and Pope Innocent II bless the Crusade and the Knights Templar to kill Muslims and other Christian attackers? 

Is the argument of Thomas Paine in his book “The Age of Reason,” valid which I quote, “One good schoolmaster is of more use than a hundred priests?”

Politics, as aptly defined by Aristotle in his writing “Politics” as affairs of the state, seems to largely contribute in the gradual thinning of the line that divides the Church and the State.  Political heads, especially those duly elected by their respective constituents abuse their powers:  they rob the Filipinos in the guise of projects; they help in the guise of money-making foreign aids; and they protect in the guise of enacting laws purportedly to protect the constituents sans morality.

Inner conflict within the three branches of the government adds fuel to the fire:  Cabinet secretaries sail in opposite direction as the Chief Executive; Senators and Congressmen stupidly bang each other over a single word in the guise of unpopular intelligence; the Judiciary, seems to act on their own notwithstanding who calls the shots.  Wow, what an amazing rift we Filipinos conspire to believe as unity for years!

Adding intensity to the rising conflict is the media whose mission becomes obscurely entangled between pure reporting and sponsored reporting.  The former is professionalism – the message why the press is called and organized for; the latter is a profane act; a disgrace to the ethics of the profession.

Allegedly, media men nowadays write stories twisting lies to truth and truth to lies.  Worse, they squabble over a word by giving different interpretations; they cross lines and hit below the belts in the guise of “freedom of the press,” a right abused over time.

As famous African-American Muslim minister Malcom Little, also known as Malcom X, said, “The media is the most powerful entity on earth.  They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that’s power.  Because they control the minds of the masses.”

After all, a media system organized to serve the needs of the self-serving privileged few cannot and does not serve the needs of the majority of the entire Filipino community.  Robert McChesney in his book “Rich Media, Poor Democracy” says, “After two decades of conservative criticism and corporate inroads, the public (TV broadcasting) system is now fully within the same ideological confines that come naturally to a profit-driven, advertising-supported system.”

Could it be that what the people believe and claim to happen – that mainstream media curtail the truth over money and publish the glazed ones - is true?

When greed attacks the human flesh, it conquers all men regardless of status, race and belief:  They write stories of absurd foundation; they create wars of bizarre objective; they kill humans of grotesque fashion.

Are the Filipino people yet to learn how to demarcate the Church and the State?  Will morality always be the basis of good governance?  Will good governance always have a spice of morality, even if it leads to chaos?


Debatably though, Thomas Jefferson has a valid point when he argues, “Christianity neither is, nor ever was, a part of the common law.”

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Epic Fail

By Rolo B. Cena
Random
Dumaguete Star Informer
01 January 2017

2017, while anticipated to be productive for the Philippines and the Filipino people, may never be so unless 2016 is made an indicator of the country’s performance in relation to achieving targets planned earlier, New Year’s resolutions vis-à-vis personal achievements included.

The answers to the question why most targets or New Year’s resolutions fail should not be undermined.  For one, this speaks of strategies.  Two, it deals with achievability of targets.  Three, it determines the effectiveness of execution. 

Several leading experts have their own rationale on this:  Ram Charan, leadership guru, contends that seventy percent of strategies are poorly executed.  Doctors Robert S. Kaplan and David P. Norton, advocates of Balanced Scorecard argue that ninety percent of strategies are poorly executed.  Ernst & Young, management consultants, reveals that sixty percent of strategies are never executed while Deloitte, another management expert asserts that the hindrance to achieving targets is poor execution.  These teams conducted years of research and studies to come up with these game-changing statistics.

Obviously, these scientific accounts assert that achieving targets depend on how well companies or individuals execute their strategies, no matter how these strategies are poetically articulated, as in most cases.  One more time, these accounts include New Year’s resolution.

More than 30 years ago, Filipinos gathered at EDSA to call for the resignation of the late Ferdinand Marcos.  Organized by the late Cardinal Sin, it gained support from Fidel Ramos and Juan Ponce Enrile, two of the prominent stalwarts and allies of Marcos.  That catapulted his expulsion from Malacanang through the help of the American government.  The first lady president, Cory Aquino then governed the greed-adorned Palace by the murky Marikina River.

Novel ideas were deliberated and awesome strategies crafted with the help of old, aspiring and new politicos sans personal interests hidden in the rhetoric of all recommendations, actions or arguments they laid down on the table of political, socio-economic and cultural discourses.

We then thought we could move fast-forward.  Little did we realize that we were actually chugging towards development.  The only significant achievement Aquino administration can boast of is the amendment of the Constitution with uncalled-for re-naming of edifices and landmarks on the side; Ninoy Aquino International Airport is one of those.

Fidel Ramos took over amidst election protests from the camp of Mirriam Santiago.  Joseph Estsrada succeeded Ramos but was ousted for plunder in less than two years through the less popular EDSA 2 Revolution that ushered the petite lady of Pampanga to the Palace, ruling the country for about ten straight years, with a material number of high-profile graft and corruption cases recorded.  Benigno Aquino III, succeeded the Rule from Gloria Arroyo via his infamous “Tuwid na Daan” vehicle. 

Over time, Malacanang controlled the State:  Senate ruled, Congress banged its gavel unopposed, Supreme Court dissented anytime, Cabinet obeyed, and local governments submitted.  Much was done in favor of the few and privileged.  Individuals disappointed of results marched down the streets to express their most-of-the-time self-vested interests, shouted at the top of their voices behind picket lines. 

They argued much; they worked less.  Worse, they delivered the most mediocre of services.  It happened before; it is still happening today!

And what has become of us after 30 years of EDSA?  Amazingly, EDSA still stands as the most congested highway bringing the public to several behavioral disorders:  Budgets inflated to accommodate Pork Barrel, crimes increased, graft and corruption cases ballooned, insurgencies rose, etcetera.  An overwhelming lists of crimes, grimes and slimes more than achievements are exposed daily.  Wow!

Lately, rumors circulated that the opposition is cooking a mega-rally.  Allegedly funded by a Fil-Am billionaire, it is aimed at ousting President Duterte for the following simple reasons: They hate his firm resolve to kill criminals, jail corrupt government officials, and renew the face of the Archipelagic Philippines, literally.

EDSA has become a byword in political arena; it has gained criticisms across the globe:  For one, it marks the historic feat against tyranny; two, it shows the courage of the Filipino people to assert their rights; and, three, it gives the impression that Filipinos never have learned from one failure to another.  I love the first two points but the third sounds intriguing:  We never have learned from one failure to another over time!

Is another EDSA still worth the effort?  If I may put my two cents in, the answer is no because signs are telling us.  We have been accusing each administration for failing to steer the country to progress but we never realize our failure to assess how well we responded to every problem, how effective we resolved, how efficient we managed damages, and how openly we cooperated or openly accepted proposed changes.

Arguably though, another EDSA may not be the ultimate solution.  Mahatma Gandhi has something better to offer:  “Independence means voluntary restraints and discipline, voluntary acceptance of the rule of law.”


Aren’t we are missing the whole point?

Friday, December 23, 2016

His Christmas Story

By Rolo B. Cena
Random
Dumaguete Star Informer
25 December 2016

As it was foretold, He was born out of the union of Maryam and Yossef in one winter evening in Bethlehem (Beit Lahm), a Palestinian town located south of Jerusalem (now occupied by Israel) sans the luxury of scholarly skilled birthing assistant and sophisticated hospital bed, in a trough where domesticated animals were fed.

My trip to Jordan, an Islamic country that hosted more than one tribes of the Biblical “Holy Land” reminds me of His overwhelming greatness.  A visit to His Baptism Site, a spot along Jordan River sanctified by no less than Pope John Paul II, added irresistible support to His existence in the history of man no matter what scientific big-bang theory tells us.

He is real:  As real as one Holy Night, as the John the Baptist Spring, where John took water he used to baptize Jesus, and the memorial of Moses at Mt. Nebo, southwest of Amman, the Capital City of Jordan, where Moses was granted view of the Holy Land.

Truly, He is:  As real as your own baptized Christian name, as the holy water poured onto your head, as your marriage, as your friendship and acquaintances and as the love you enjoy today.

He was given life and His passion was to give life:  Lazarus was raised to life from death.  It is the same life He gives to the adulteresses and concubines, to slaves and prostitutes, to social dependents and abused, to the corrupt and marauders, to mentally-dehydrated politicians and narco-politicos, to sinners and lost, and to the quick and the dead.  His life is hope!

Undoubtedly, He gives life to the self-confessed adulteress-senator and driver-lover-concubine, to senator known for his popular military siege now considered a traitor, to the apprehended and confessed drug lord and provider of largesse to top government officials, to the used and abused inmates of the National Penitentiary, to the men in robes who protect offenders, and to other modern day demons of the millennia.

His Words become Flesh; His Flesh becomes the life of courage and strength.  Yet, malevolent men lately take His Words out of context.  They corrupt their souls by corrupting the flesh with lusts, greed, and infamies.

It is as real as the baby you are holding everyday before leaving for work, as real as the man you argue and make love with at nightfall.

Absolutely, His is another classic story no need to tell – a story so distinct that has been told and retold from generation to generation.  His Christmas story is forgiveness that springs from hope in the manger, the manger that holds that One Infant from whom noble life springs.

Yes, the baby delivered to the world in a manger brings hope, hope that brings life, and life that brings forgiveness.  His story is forgiveness from that moment the news of that eventful winter night broke throughout the Jewish, Judean, Samaritan, Hebrew, Greek and Roman communities.

Yes, forgiveness does not begin with the crucifixion; it does begin with the moment her cousin announced her blessed-art-thou-amongst-women immaculate conception.  What transpired in the crucifixion was the fulfillment of the mission of The One to salve mankind from the pit of man-made annihilation caused by unrestrained men.

And this is not forgiveness as written in the Book of All Times:  Highly robed Administrators and Overseers of His Words who reside in strong-walled stone structures don’t seem to understand its profound meaning spoken of today.  Instead, they spark assemblies to rally for the unspeakable and inexplicable “un-forgivable” delivery of forgiveness.

Yes, His Christmas story is not just hope but light from the election fraud, truth from the big rally for his ouster funded by the Black Widow, justice for the victims extra-judicial killings, for the famers of that mega-farmland in Northern Luzon, and meaning why preachers do preach forgiveness and yet unforgiving.

His story is your story of pains and sufferings, epic fails and frustrations, sexual and marital abuses, psychological incapacity and irresponsibility of spouses, cancer cells and tumors, kidney failures and cardiac conditions, diabetes and high blood pressures – truly, His is above all these.

One more time, his Christmas story is forgiveness:  I forgive you and you forgive others regardless of what is and what’s not!  After all, The One named Jesus does not forgive based on any condition – he does forgive unconditionally.

Yes, this is his Christmas story written on walls and edifices of his birth, death and resurrection:  From the manger to the shanty in Bethlehem to the John the Baptist Spring to the Baptism Site along Jordan River to the Cross at Mount Calvary.  Do we have reasons not to?

To err is human, to forgive divine? – Oh, this is just being human!  Absolutely, there is no reason at all to be skeptical.  Skepticism creates paranoia.  And paranoia kills!


Eid milaad saeed! 

Sunday, December 18, 2016

A Different Christmas Story

By Rolo B. Cena
Random
Dumaguete Star Informer
18 December 2016

Indeed, a smoldering wick:  His grip of the weakest eases the humankind no strongest of powers produced by mortals can do.  “He is,” he quipped!  And at least, he believes in this.

He said he never had a good Christmas.  He spent his childhood in a brim of poverty that extras outside of the three-times-a-day meals became a luxury.   Theirs was a survival of the fittest that outsmarting the superfluities the “rich and the famous” of his prime enjoyed or were born to enjoy was next to impossible.

In a brief encounter with him one day, he narrated that when Christmas comes, he fears:  For one, he, along with his siblings and mother, spent his Christmas with only the staple on the table.  Two, he spent his Christmas with tears.  Three, he spent his Christmas with dreams.

Fear is an anticipation of pain, that’s what I told him.  In the season of advent, people across race, culture and faith find it absurd to convey fear instead of hope if one were to anchor on the true meaning of Christ’s birth.

Celebrating Christmas with the staples on the table had become the tradition in the family.  His father, a fisherman, earned meager income of survival.  His father’s catch would be divided into two; one half went to the market and the other to the table.  The proceeds of the sale, depending on the scientifically annoying supply-and-demand rationale to poverty, would answer the whole day’s three meals.  That small-scale economics would satisfy their Christmas with porridge, fish paksiw and spring water. Occasionally, a loaf of bread, a can of margarine and Pepsi would make a wonderful Christmas.

Fear is the anticipation of emptiness.  In this time of the year, the feeling of “nothingness” should be ruled out and filled in with actions to fulfill, which is the underlying meaning of Christ’s existence.  And he knew that.

Celebrating Christmas with tears was the most inexplicable ritual in his life, he mused.  When he was a kid, most of the time he spent Christmas with his brothers and sisters – and with his mother.  He never had experienced celebrating it with his father.  As far as he could recall, he would accept long-term fishing contracts for bigger catch and for a little-higher-than-the-meager pay.  Celebrating Christmas with an absentee father would mean defeating the purpose why Christians would celebrate Christmas with Joseph, Mary and Jesus.  The bible does not tell us otherwise.

He said he was and is a dreamer.  When Christmas would come, he would avoid fear and forget emptiness by dreaming the exact opposites of the realities he experienced for more than five decades now.  Forward-looking to the future, he would continue to see his self and those of his siblings as persons of stature worthy of emulation – with accolades hanging on the walls of their structures that for a long time insisted to hold that thing called “home,” a temporary reprieve from fear, tears and emptiness.

Through his golden years, he humbly narrated that he’d mitigated fear to make his own niche, at least in the industry where he excels, though erratically.  He has his own family to take care of and spend Christmas with.  At his age now, he still feels occasional fears, unleashes occasional tears but dreams most of the time.  He can’t help but look back at the porridge, fish paksiw and spring water for Christmas.

When at the height of his career, he celebrates Christmas with his family sumptuously and when it is at its lowest, he does it with the classic porridge, fish paksiw and spring water.

He shared one best lesson he learned through life:  When you are full, you have lots of friends – even acquaintances become friends; they dine and merry with you.  When you are empty, you lose your friends.  Worse, they become your attackers, your predators.  They don’t answer messages; they cut phone calls.

He hates Christmas when it comes:  He locks up himself in a room and cries his fears and emptiness out.  Literally and figuratively, he never feels happy during Christmas.  He acknowledges it’s weird and in fact wishes to re-write history and create different story of His birth.  He smiles but his eyes ooze an altered tale.

Nevertheless, he inspires his children through and through.  As the head of the family, he grips all of them like one bundle of weaker wicks creating a centrally stronger one that gives the most blazing of all lights illuminating his household.  By far, he is an example of a really startling smoldering wick I could ever imagine.

Sadly though, his is an exceptional story.  And all Christmas stories do come in varying colors:  Others painted their rhetoric with cheerfully dashing red; others elaborately adorned their narratives with fully lavishing gold or actively rejuvenating green or even purely inspiring white, or deeply moving blue.  Uniquely individual!


That was his story, a truly different one!  Do you have your own Christmas story to tell?