By Kiana Gualberto
I am 14 years old and I am from Tacloban. I am just like any ordinary child in the Philippines. But young as I am, I have already faced the strongest typhoon to ever hit land. So let me share with you what has made my childhood different from other children out there.
By Lourdes Syquia-Bautista
To me, October invariably brings memories of “La Naval de Manila”—a novena and procession celebrated to honor Our Lady of the Most Holy Rosary at Santo Domingo Church. I’m not referring to the one in Quezon City but to the old Gothic Santo Domingo in Intramuros that was destroyed during the Liberation of Manila in 1945.
By Randy David
Starting today, Oct. 5, Catholic bishops from all over the world are congregating in Rome to discuss for the next two weeks the situation of the family in the contemporary world and the pastoral challenges this poses for the Church “in the context of evangelization.” This extraordinary synod reflects the substance and style of Pope Francis’ leadership of the Catholic Church. It is expressly consultative and collegial. And, judging from the working documents and discussion papers that have been circulated ahead of the synod, the sessions appear to throw open for discussion many Church teachings and practices that have alienated large numbers of the Catholic faithful.
By Rossielle Manicad
I believe in God. For all its worth, I attend Mass every week. I serve in our charismatic community and I believe Someone higher is responsible for my ups and I, for my downs.
By Maria Selena Remulla-Fortun
Grief is a confusing thing. Especially when you’re in another country and you wake up, blearily check the messages on your computer, and read the news that makes you bolt straight out of bed. You have no choice but to fast-forward through the stages—from denial to depression and straight to acceptance. Well, with a little bit of anger thrown in. It’s frustrating to be away from your loved ones, and you’re expected to forget about how everyone’s coping with the tragedy that has just occurred back home—and to enjoy yourself. It’s strange and it’s selfish, and the timing cannot be any worse.