12th Sunday
Psalm 107:23-24, 25-26, 28-29, 30-31 and 2 Corinthians 5:14-17 and Mark 4:35-41
Today is Father's Day. We pray to God to bless all our fathers. Being the youngest, I would say I am Daddy's girl. He allowed me to discover my potentials by bringing me around Zamboanga City.
I remember a photograph were I was a flower girl in a wedding and hesitant and afraid to make my steps down the aisle. In the middle was my Dad, tall and big, offering his hand to guide his little girl to make it and do my duty. I know my Daddy would be there to wrap his arms to protect me when I was afraid and fearful.
There were Sunday afternoons we went on biking with my brother and Dad. We reached the airport area and I lost control of the bike and almost fell into the canal. My Dad steadily stirred our leisure biking with his gentle strength. It was him who taught the family our devotion to our Mother of Perpetual Help. He was a devotee in Baclaran as a student of Law.
Then he introduced us to St. Joseph whom he and my brother are named Jose. He also told me to drive the Tamaraw at 17 years old with my student driver's license from practices in Santa Maria Elementary grounds to the pueblo. He also made me drive the motorcycle. My Dad had confidence in me so I could conquer my fears to achieve my goals. That was how Jesus was on the boat, he was not afraid of the storm because He had faith in God, the Father.
Fr. Jack Sheaffer shares that in his Homily from Fear to Faith! In 12 months, my term as Mayor ends. But this picture of my oath in June 30, 1989 marks God’s providence that led me to make my Daddy proud!
We experienced a loss in his last bid as Mayor, and with God's grace, his youngest daughter took on his path. He wore a pink polo and on that day stood beside me and my Auntie Letty amidst the shower for the Inaugural. He watched me take my oath with hands trembling, being sworn by the same lawyer who administered his oath. He guided me to be honest and to be a fiscalizer as a neophyte in the City Council.
We studied the agenda and gave me the
Local Government Code as my first gift after my oath. He was hesitant for me to
run. “Politics is a thankless job!” All these teachings I try to live out,
always bearing in mind Daddy's teachings. We have been on lockdown. In this
uncertainty, I know I can do this, just like how my Daddy gave his hand for me
to walk down the aisle to fulfil my role as a flower girl. He is standing
outstretched with God's hands to guide me to fulfil my duty por amor de Dios,
Projimo y Ciudad de Zamboanga! I love you
Daddy. (MBC)
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