A Journey Through the Heart

There is a certain weight in the air today, a quiet heaviness I can’t quite shake. I don’t want to admit that it’s simply the passage of time, or the realization that my "prime" might be behind me, but sometimes the reality of aging is hard to hold. Maybe it was a video reel I stumbled across on Facebook that did it - one of those clips that reaches into the archives of your life and pulls everything back to the surface.

The blogger in the video asked a simple, piercing question: "If you were given the chance to go back to 1998 and stay there for a while, would you ever come back to the present?"

That question hit me like a wave. Suddenly, I wasn't just scrolling; I was reflecting. I was remembering the faces of the people who shaped me - my friends, my family, and the loved ones who are no longer here.

For me, 1998 was the year the world truly opened up. It was the year I graduated from college. I remember the independence of renting a small studio apartment in Batangas City, learning for the first time how to navigate the world on my own. I was juggling the demands of my final year of studies with the complexities of a personal relationship. I’m proud of that version of myself - the one who managed to graduate with honours without losing the capacity to love.

Back then, "me time" was a deliberate choice, not something squeezed between notifications. I remember the simple joy of choosing between a PBA game on the TV, a PC game, or just lying on my bed listening to my favourite songs on a cassette tape. Yes, I had a whole collection of them!

When the walls of the apartment felt too small, I would walk through the city at night. I can still smell the smoke of the "barbecue" and "isaw" at the street food stalls. Dinner was often just a plate of white rice and a can of fried sardines or corned beef, though nothing could beat a meal at the local carinderia. And the mornings? They were a choice between the classic pandesal, a warm bonete, or a steaming plate of Lucky Me instant pancit canton.

Life wasn't complicated then. We didn't have mobile phones or social media. There were no Zoom meetings, no Youtube, no Messenger, and no Whatsapp - yet, we were so happy. We appreciated the small things because we had to be present to experience them. I honestly don't know how we coordinated everything back then, but we did. Communication felt more intentional; interaction was physical and real. Sometimes, I deeply miss the version of myself that wasn't tied up to a phone 24/7.

As these memories flashed back, they brought a sharp, deep ache in my heart. I thought of my late Ate Zening, my loving aunt. I used to tell her all my dreams, always imagining she would be there to see them come true. I miss her deeply. I thought of my Dad, too. If I could take that trip back to 1998, I wouldn’t just go for the nostalgia; I’d go to spend more time with him. I’d talk more, bond more, and hold onto those moments just a little longer.

They say death is the inevitable opposite of life, but I believe life is a gift given by God for a reason. Every life is purpose-driven and meant to be cherished. Where there is life, there is hope; and where there is hope, there is love - because the One who gave us this world is God and God is love.

I’ve realized today that it’s okay to linger in the past for a moment. It’s okay to get emotional. Without our "then," there is no "now." We are the products of our history. As the saying goes, before we can be molded, we must first be melted.

So, yes... I am emotional today. My mind is full of ghosts and golden memories. But I am also happy. There is a healing power in putting these feelings into words. Let’s cherish this life - and each other - while we still can.

A New Chapter Of My Life

 

As a new year begins, I find myself standing at the starting line once again, armed with a fresh set of goals. I’m leaning into hope this time. Hoping that this year won’t just be a repeat of the last, but a genuine step forward. I want to improve, even if it’s just one small habit at a time.

The Wins: Feeding the Mind

One resolution I actually stuck to last year was diving into books and audiobooks. I managed to finish 10 titles, which feels like a massive accomplishment! In the middle of a hectic daily routine, being able to carve out time for a story or a new perspective is a gift. It’s a relief to know I’ve made my brain work a little harder, choosing a page or a chapter over the mindless and endless scrolling of my phone. This year, I’m aiming to beat that score.

The Struggles: The Creative Block

I went into last year thinking I’d write much more for this blog, but the posts were few and far between. The inspiration just wasn't there. Looking back, there were so many moments and events that would have made for beautiful journal entries, but laziness or perhaps just the slowing down that comes with age won the day. Sometimes, I just want to do nothing. However, I’m wishing for more productivity this year. I want to try writing more, even if it’s just for a change of pace.

The Hurdles: Health and the "Spark"

My biggest "fail" was my health. I started last year at 110kg with a goal to reach 90kg, but I didn't lose a single stone. I’m still 110kg today. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but I have to be honest: how can I expect to lose weight if I didn't truly commit to a diet?

My attempts at physical activity were equally short-lived. I tried Saturday morning workouts with a friend, but after three weeks, I chose sleep instead. Waking up early is a sacrifice I just wasn't ready to make. I told myself I’d go to the gym after work, but my body usually demanded a warm dinner and the comfort of home instead. Even after buying new basketball shoes and hitting the court for a couple of Sundays, the motivation fizzled out.

This year, I’m not making any grand promises. I’m simply looking for a "spark" that extra bit of motivation to get moving. I’m still hopeful it will come.

The Horizon: Travel and Soul-Searching

For some reason, I feel a deep pull to travel this year. We already have some wonderful plans in motion. A pilgrimage to Fatima, Portugal on March, a weekend escape to Wales on April and a family holiday in Croatia on the summer.

I’m genuinely excited. I think my body and soul are calling me to disconnect from the daily grind and explore the wonders of God’s creation. I often wish for a sabbatical year, a time to completely unplug from jobs and bills, but I know that’s a big ask.

Final Thoughts: A Heart Full of Joy

Despite the goals I missed, I know I am incredibly lucky. I am blessed with the miracle of life, good health, a wonderful wife, and lovely children. I have a job that sustains us in an expensive city like London, and a community where God continues to use me to serve others.

I am happy. My heart is filled with joy, and I am hopeful for what this new year has to offer. I’m ready to grab every opportunity that comes my way.

24 Years of Us

We celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary with a simple, quiet dinner at Nando’s. Even with Christmas just around the corner, my wife and I both worked a full day, meeting at the restaurant once the sun had set. We weren’t alone for long, though; we were joined by Kayla, Keiron, and Kayla’s boyfriend, James, who traveled all the way from Monaco to spend a few days with us.

While it was wonderful to have the kids and our guest there, the heart of the night belonged to us. We are standing on the doorstep of a major milestone, next year marks our Silver Wedding Anniversary.

As I reminisce about the years we’ve spent as a married couple, I’m filled with a feeling I can’t quite put into words. It has been a long road paved with struggles, patience, and sacrifice. We were young when we said "I do," and yet every challenge we faced only served to make us stronger.

Our patience has been tested more times than I can count, but it always rose above our disagreements and our pride. We sacrificed a lot to build the family we have today. It has been a journey that brought us to this beautiful point where it feels like nothing and no one could ever separate us. We started as best friends, and I am so grateful that we remain exactly that today.

We aren’t a perfect couple. We’ve had our ups and downs, our arguments, and our differences. But the beauty of our relationship lies in our ability to find a middle ground. In our home, there is forgiveness instead of resentment, acceptance instead of mere tolerance, love as our foundation and God at the very center of it all. Having God in the middle of our marriage provides the balance we need to navigate life's storms.

I hope that next year, I’ll be sitting down to blog about our 25th anniversary. Perhaps celebrating with a grand party surrounded by all our family and friends. I pray to the Lord for continued health for my wife and me, our children, and our loved ones.

Here’s to being alive, being together, and looking forward to another 25 years of love. To 24 years down, and a lifetime to go!

From Tiny Steps to a Cap and Gown

Today is one of the happiest moments of my life. It is my daughter Kayla’s graduation day, and I find myself unable to contain my emotions. I have cried tears of pure joy today because, finally, after all these years of hard work, she has finished her studies.

As I watched her, I couldn't help but remember the days when she was just a little girl. I remembered bringing her to school and picking her up every afternoon. It feels like only yesterday that she was small enough for me to carry on my shoulders. I smiled thinking about the "constant battle" it was to bring her home from her grandparents' house because she loved staying there so much.

One of my favourite memories is racing her and her brother, Keiron, from the nearest Tube station to our house. We would sprint home just to have lunch together, and in those moments, I wished the noon-time races would never end.

Of course, it wasn't always easy. I recall the days I had to scold her for not finishing her assignments or the times her teachers wanted to speak with me. I remember the late nights spent preparing her for the Carnaval—whether it was crafting a bespoke costume or helping her with her makeup. Then there were the calls from the principal about her "little accidents." From bumps on the head and scratched knees to simple ankle sprains, she was always so prone to accidents!

But through all the scrapes and the scoldings, she always shone. I will never forget the way she stood out among the other students, especially when she would sing in front of a crowd. I will cherish those memories as long as I live.

Today, she accomplished her mission. I always told her, “Finish your studies; that is the one task I want you to complete.” It wasn't always a smooth road, but she did it.

Now, my prayer is that she continues to dream—and to dream big. This stage of her life isn't the end; it’s just the beginning of something huge. I pray for her happiness, for her success, and that she enters this next chapter with a bright spirit and endless enthusiasm.

May the Lord bless her and keep her always. May He make His face shine upon her and guide her on this new journey. The journey that is life.  

The Call to Serve in CFC: A Journey of Faith and Humility

 

I just want to share with you our sharing in the last CFC Mission Core Group Online Gathering for the month of September. This is our journey as leaders in CFC Couples For Christ.

Francis: Good evening, brothers and sisters! May the peace and love of our Lord be with you all! I am Bro. Francis Chua and my loving wife, Sis. Mavic Chua. We are one of the unit leaders in CFC London A Chapter.

We are here before you tonight to share a journey — one that has spanned over two decades in Couples For Christ. It is a story not of merits or titles, but of a profound lesson that God has etched into our hearts: true leadership is about serving with love and humility. We've learned to silence the voice that seeks recognition and, instead, focus on the one thing that truly matters: deepening our relationship with God and with all of you, our brethren.

Our journey began in 1996 when I completed the Christian Life Program (CLP) for Singles For Christ (SFC) in Batangas City. My future wife, however, became an SFC member two years later in Barcelona in 1998. After graduating from college, I moved to Spain in 1999. It was there, serving in the church choir, that our paths finally crossed.

Mavic: As we became more active in SFC, our roles in the community brought us closer. I was the unit head of SFC that time, and he was one of my household leaders. Our time together led to intimate conversations, and soon, our friendship blossomed into a beautiful romance.

In 2001, we were married and began our service as a couple in Couples For Christ. We started as members, but God had bigger plans. Just one year later, we were called to lead as CFC household leaders.

While serving as household leaders, we were given the opportunity to serve in our youngest ministry, Kids For Christ (KFC), as couple coordinators for five years. We cherished the memories we shared with the kids and the younger generations. We led a team to the European Kids Village (EKV) held in Rome, Italy; Marseilles, France; and Frankfurt, Germany. We also attended several European conferences and leaders' training.

Working with our senior and junior kids required a lot of patience and humility. We learned that to deal effectively with parents and guardians, one must set aside their ego.

Francis: In 2006, we were discerned to be the Chapter Leaders in our area. At that time, CFC in Barcelona was just one area, so I was the Area Head. It was a challenging role. As Chapter Leaders, we were also the mission and support coordinators, handling the finances, the tithes and other administrative tasks for CFC Barcelona. We managed everything well until a storm hit our community in 2007.

That was when CFC was divided into two groups: CFC GLOBAL (our present CFC) and CFC FFL (now MFC, Missionaries For Christ). We had to make a difficult decision: align ourselves with only one group.

During our General Assembly, where we had to make a decision, the governance team recommended that the assembly choose CFC GLOBAL based on a prior vote. The body then voted to decide which group to align with. Out of more than 70 attendees, only four members voted against the recommendation, making it a majority decision to choose CFC GLOBAL. Everything seemed to go well until the closing prayer, when the four members voiced their decision not to join us. They said they had to align themselves with the other group.

It was very hard for me to accept this. My aim was to maintain the unity of the group, and I felt it was my failure that CFC Barcelona was divided. I was heartbroken and cried a lot. However, this experience was a clear reminder that our ways are not always God's ways and that He has other plans. It humbled me to realize that even when we are in a leadership position, the Lord is always in control and will decide what is best for His people. With humility, we were able to accept the reality that we would be two separate groups journeying toward holiness.

Mavic: After our term as Chapter Leaders, we were called to a new mission: serving as the SFC Coordinators for three years. As members of the governance team, our most challenging and humbling task was opening a new area in Girona, a province in Catalunya. We also became the Area Coordinator of Girona, traveling there twice a month to look after our new brethren.

Just one year later, we celebrated a monumental victory for God's kingdom. We convinced three couples — all of whom were Protestants (Seventh Day Adventist) — to take their sacred marriage vows in a "kasalang bayan," or community wedding sponsored by Couples For Christ Barcelona. This wasn't just an achievement; it was a testament to the power of our shared faith. 

An accomplishment like this could have easily led us to seek praise and acknowledgment, but it taught us a more profound lesson: our purpose is not to chase glory for ourselves but to serve others for the glory of God alone.

Francis: In 2016, I made the difficult decision to leave Barcelona for London, seeking what many call "greener pastures." But leaving wasn't just about a new job; it was about leaving behind my service and the community of CFC that I had poured my life into.

The timing made it even harder. The top leadership was in the process of restructuring the national governance of Spain, and I knew I was a strong candidate to become the Country Head. The temptation to stay and to lead was powerful.

Yet, once again, God called me to a deeper level of humility. He asked me to let go of everything I had established and to return to the very beginning. To go back to basics. I had to surrender my plans and the position I could have had. This was a test of faith, a moment where I had to choose God's path over my own.

While I was in London, my wife continued to serve as the coordinator for the Handmaids of the Lord in Barcelona. In 2018, she and our children made the brave move to join me. The transition was a difficult one for all of us, but we eventually settled into our new life and began a new adventure together in London.

Mavic: As a couple in London, we began as members in a new CFC household. After years of juggling countless responsibilities in Spain, this period felt like a "honeymoon" in service — a chance to simply focus on our household and our own spiritual growth.

But our “honeymoon” was short-lived. Just one year later, we were called to become Household Leaders, and a year after that, we took on the roles of Unit Leaders for the London A Chapter. As if that weren't enough, I also now serve as the Chapter Head of the Handmaids of the Lord.

Truly, God has been so good to us. Through every twist and turn of our journey in the CFC community, He has drilled one powerful lesson into our hearts: leadership is about being a servant. This isn't just a role; it's a calling to serve, not to be served. It's a humbling act that strips away the need for recognition and replaces it with a burning desire to know God's will above our own.

Francis: If we were to step back or turn away from the community, someone else would take our place because this is not our work; it is the Lord's work. God’s work will continue, and CFC will continue, regardless of whether we are in or out. Long after we are gone — from this generation to generations yet to come! CFC will continue! God is great, all the time! 

May God be praised!

A Step Back in Time

Last Saturday, my family and I took our first-ever trip to Canterbury. We set out with a simple goal: to dive deep into the roots of one of the UK’s most storied and historic cities.

Walking through Canterbury feels like stepping directly into the Middle Ages. The city’s core is a labyrinth of timber-framed buildings and cobblestone streets that have stood the test of time.

We began our morning at the iconic Canterbury Cathedral. While we opted to admire it from the outside (the entry fee for a family can be a bit steep!), the Gothic facade is nothing short of breathtaking. As a UNESCO World Heritage site, it’s best known as the site of the infamous 1170 AD assassination of St. Thomas Becket, the Archbishop who clashed with King Henry II. Even from the precinct, you can feel the weight of centuries of pilgrimage.

Next, we visited the Catholic Church of St. Thomas of Canterbury. This was a hidden gem—entry was free, and the interior was deeply moving. We were fortunate enough to see the relics of St. Thomas Becket, including a piece of his bone and a fragment of his burial vestment.

Surprisingly, the church also houses a relic of St. Oscar Romero, a garment he wore during Mass. Seeing such significant artifacts in such an intimate setting was a powerful experience for all of us.

After lunch, we took to the water for a River Stour cruise. Floating down the river for an hour offered a unique perspective of the city. Our guide was wonderful, expertly balancing hard historical facts with the local "gossip" and legends that make Canterbury’s past feel alive.

We made sure not to miss Greyfriars Chapel, which holds the distinction of being the first Franciscan monastery built in England (dating back to 1267). It’s a unique structure, famously built right over a branch of the river. Inside we explored a room that had been converted into a prison cell in later years. We ended our historical tour with a peaceful stroll through the surrounding Franciscan gardens.

It was a fulfilling day for the four of us. Between the history, a bit of essential shopping, and some great local food, the trip was a perfect mix of education and entertainment. I’m certain Kayla and Keiron enjoyed the experience just as much as me and my wife did.

We’re already looking forward to our next family adventure. Where should we head next? 

Reflections on my 49th Birthday

This past Sunday, I celebrated another year of life in this world. It was a simple but meaningful celebration. My wife, our two children, and I shared a meal at SteakOut, a steak house in Harrow.

I chose steak for my birthday because it serves as a powerful reminder of my journey. I remember 2016, when I lived alone here in London, far from my family. Back then, I could only enjoy a steak when I found one at a "reduced price" at Tesco. I had to strictly limit my expenses as I planned and prepared to bring my family here. I remember one specific time when tears fell as I ate; I was overwhelmed by how good it tasted after so long without it.

Eating steak now is a choice to remember. It brings back those memories of sacrifice and the long road that led us to where we are today.

Kidding aside, I am so grateful for the countless blessings I have received. The Lord has been so generous to me throughout my 49 years on earth. In just one more year, I will reach the milestone of 50.

First and foremost, I thank God for my health and for the gift of life itself. I am in awe of how every part of my body functions as one.

My Heart: It has never failed to beat continuously for 49 years. “Heart, if you hear me, please don’t get tired of beating.” 

My Blood: Flowing through every part and system of my body. “Blood, flow smoothly... no highs... no lows... just smoothly.” 

My Brain: Which allows me to think and do both wondrous and silly things at the same time. “Brain, it's fine to be anxious... just don't be damaged.” 

My Lungs: They never tire of pumping air in and out to keep me breathing. “Lungs, inhale... exhale...”

I thank the Lord for all my internal organs, big and small, each working toward a specific purpose to make my whole being function perfectly. I thank Him for being one of His unique creations. I can proudly say, "I am created in His own image and likeness." Though I am unworthy, I thank God for adopting me as His son and allowing me to share in His divinity. Thank you, Lord!

I am so blessed to have my family. I have a wife who is incredibly loving and caring. My two children, Kayla and Keiron, are my constant inspiration—the reason I continue to move forward and work hard every day.

I am grateful for the job that sustains us and allows me to provide for them. I embrace the role of being a father who protects his family and the "priest" who leads them in worship and our shared Catholic faith. I am truly overwhelmed by these blessings.

As I look forward to my 50th birthday next year, I pray that the Lord will continue to guide me, bless me, and let His face shine upon me.

I love you, Lord, with all my heart, mind, and soul. Keep me strong. Keep me well. Keep me alive. I am yours, and You are mine!

Like Father, Like Son

Last Wednesday wasn't just another workday. I left the office early, heart racing with anticipation, to attend my son Keiron’s Year 12 Award Ceremony. It was a beautiful evening dedicated to celebrating the achievements and presentations of the entire year group. My wife and I both rushed from our respective jobs, arriving just in time to join Kayla in the audience. We were all buzzing with excitement, waiting to see Keiron receive the recognition he worked so hard for.

He did an absolutely incredible job. Being there to witness that milestone was a memory I will carry with me forever.

I am so deeply proud of Keiron. This year, the transition into Sixth Form is no small feat, and he tackled the challenge head-on. He walked away with several awards and a £100 Amazon voucher, a well-deserved recognition of the progress and sheer effort he poured into his studies. He truly outdid himself!

I can’t quite put into words the rush of emotions I felt during the ceremony. I found myself fighting back tears as I watched that young man walk across the stage. In that moment, it was like looking into a mirror. I was reminded of my own graduations from high school and university, receiving medals and awards for academic excellence.

"I am indeed his father; there’s no denying the DNA. The apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree."

This young man never ceases to amaze me. To be honest, I rarely see him buried in books or assignments at home, more often than not, he’s glued to his mobile phone! Yet, he never fails to perform. He navigates his examinations with a natural talent that leaves me in awe.

But the most beautiful change I’ve witnessed this year isn't found in a textbook. I’ve watched Keiron transform from a reserved, introverted lad who kept to himself into a young man who is opening his heart to the world. For a long time, he preferred his phone over mingling with peers, but something clicked after he attended the YFC conference.

It was like a spark was lit. In an instant, his personality shifted. He opened the door of his life to people his own age and began to truly communicate. He is becoming a better version of himself, someone willing to learn, to listen, and to explore.

I love him more than words can say. My prayer for him is that the Lord continues to guide and bless him every single day. I pray for his protection wherever he goes, and that God continues to "melt and mold" him into the incredible man he is destined to be.

Good job, Keiron! Keep up the hard work, son. I promise you, every bit of effort will be worth it in the end. God bless you!

When the Body Slows, the Soul Wakes Up

I've reached a stage in my life where I'm no longer concerned with my career. What matters most to me now is cherishing every moment I have with my family, living in the present, and creating memorable experiences. Time is indeed a precious gift, and it's humbling to realize that it's running out—not in the sense that I'm dying, but in the sense that getting old can be challenging to cope with. I'm starting to feel more frequent toothaches, it's easier to gain weight than to lose it, and I'm becoming tired more often from a simple walk. My body just can't keep up with what my brain wants to do anymore. I think aging is taking a toll on me physically, but mentally, my mind remains strong.

I believe our health is directly proportional to time; when your health fails, your time is up. That's why I feel the need to make the best of the time I have left and not wait until retirement to enjoy life. My dad passed away just four years after he retired, and he spent the last year of his life almost bedridden. Waiting for retirement to start experiencing a quality life is a big mistake. We need to live in the present and cherish the time we have with our family and loved ones. We shouldn't dwell on the past or live with regrets about what we haven't accomplished, nor should we worry about the future and its uncertainties. Instead, we should enjoy our present moments while they last.

To those of you in your late 40s, our prime may have passed, but our minds are still strong and in control. It's never too late. Do what you love to do today and don't delay! There's still time left as long as we have our present. Live to the fullest.

With all this in mind, we must never forget that God is the one who made us. He is the one who gave us this precious time and these moments. He made us who we are today and gave us everything we have in our lives. That's why in all the things that we do, we should offer them to God Almighty. Prioritize Him and spend more time with Him. At the end of our day here on earth, at our very last breath, that will be the start of our very first breath in heaven. Eternal life is waiting for us. That is the goal we should all be striving for: a life with Jesus, the King of Glory, forever!  

The Little Way: A Big Miracle

 

I have always believed in miracles. To me, they are more than just stories; they are gifts of the Holy Spirit. Yet, for most of my life, I felt like a spectator—waiting for an event that I could truly call my own "miracle." Of course, I know that simply waking up with a functioning body and a beating heart is a miracle in itself, but I was searching for that extraordinary spark—a moment of undeniable divine intervention.

Then came last Sunday.

My wife and I began our morning at our local parish, St. Joseph’s Catholic Church in Harrow. There is a specific kind of peace that comes with the Sunday Eucharist; it is a blessing that feels new every single week. After the Mass, a quiet nudge in my heart led me to the parish shop. I was looking for something specific: a small figurine of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, the "Little Flower."

I’ve always felt a deep connection to her. In fact, I even named our Unit Household WhatsApp group after her. Her philosophy—the "Little Way"—has become my own guiding principle: the idea that doing small, seemingly insignificant things with great love can lead to holiness. I wanted a small image of her to keep on my altar as a constant reminder of that humility.

Unfortunately, the lady at the counter shook her head. They didn't have any. I walked out feeling a sting of disappointment, wondering why such a simple request felt so out of reach.

Later that afternoon, duty called again. We are part of the choir at St. Patrick’s Catholic Church in West Hendon, and we were scheduled for the 6:00 PM Mass. I’ll admit, a small, tired part of me thought, Two Masses in one day? Is that too much? But we love our service, so we pushed through the fatigue and went.

The moment I stepped through the doors of St. Patrick’s, my heart stopped.

There, on a small table right at the entrance, sat a figurine of St. Thérèse of Lisieux. Beside it was a sign: "Feel free to take the statue. It's complimentary."

I stood there, completely perplexed. In the morning, I was willing to pay for a tiny, humble version of her. By the afternoon, the Lord was giving me a beautiful, large statue for free.

Some might call it a coincidence. But consider the odds: of all the thousands of saints in the Church, and of all the days someone could have chosen to leave that gift behind, it happened on the very day I was searching for her. It wasn’t a chance; it was a personal message. It was a miracle.

I took a photo of her right then and there. This encounter is now forever engraved in my soul—a tangible manifestation of His love. I went looking for a small reminder of faith, and He gave me something much bigger.

Miracles happen every day, from the moment we open our eyes to the moment we rest our tired bodies. Sometimes, you just have to keep walking until you find the one waiting for you at the door.

St. Thérèse of the Child Jesus has a home now. Please pray for us!

Pilgrims of Hope

2025 is a monumental Year of Grace for the Catholic Church. Occurring only once every quarter-century, this Holy Jubilee transformed Rome into a global beacon of faith. At the heart of this sacred tradition is the opening of the Holy Doors, a symbolic invitation to spiritual renewal. These four major thresholds are located at the Great Basilicas: St. Peter’s, St. John Lateran, St. Paul Outside the Walls, and St. Mary Major.

Our journey was anchored by the Couples For Christ (CFC) Global Conference, a massive two-batch event held at the Centro Mariapoli Internazionale in Castel Gandolfo. My wife and I, alongside delegates from the CFC London A and B Chapters, joined the second batch from May 23–25.

The atmosphere was electric. This gathering wasn't just a conference; it was a dual celebration marking 25 years of Vatican recognition for CFC and 30 years of our presence in Europe. Under the theme "Pilgrims of Hope," thousands of us gathered to hear profound insights from Vatican Cardinals and Archbishops. Experiencing that unifying spirit, members from every corner of the globe coming together for faith and family, was truly overwhelming.

We were deeply blessed to balance our spiritual duties with moments of quiet reflection. Our stay in a cozy apartment overlooking the lake at Castel Gandolfo provided a serene backdrop to the high-energy conference.

In Rome, we successfully made our pilgrimage to all four Holy Doors. A standout moment was celebrating Mass at St. Peter’s Basilica alongside hundreds of our CFC brothers and sisters. We also had the distinct honor of attending the first-ever papal audience of Pope Leo XIV in St. Peter’s Square and paid our respects at the tomb of Pope Francis in the Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore.

Of course, a Roman pilgrimage is never complete without embracing the city’s timeless culture. Between our spiritual activities, we wandered through history at the Colosseum and Castel Sant’Angelo, the architectural marvel of the Pantheon, the vibrant Piazza di Spagna (Spanish Steps), and the Trevi Fountain, where we followed tradition and tossed a few coins, whispering wishes for our family and community.

Looking back, this trip was the perfect harmony of a spiritual mission and a personal holiday. It was a journey of the soul that we will carry in our hearts for many years to come. We left Rome not just as tourists, but as true Pilgrims of Hope.

English Breakfast Saved the Saturday!

Our Saturday mornings usually follow a very predictable, quiet routine. I’m typically the early bird, waking up around 8:00 AM to prepare my fresh brewed coffee and to sizzle my go-to breakfast: toasties with two sunny-side-up eggs. My wife usually joins the world between 9:00 and 10:00 AM, while our kids, Kayla and Keiron, are sleeping like a log after staying up way too late the night before! It’s our "usual" stuff—a standard, slow Saturday.

But this past Saturday, I decided to shake things up!

I thought to myself, Why not ditch the routine and dive into a massive, traditional English Breakfast as a family? If you aren't familiar, a "Full English" (lovingly known as a fry-up) is the ultimate morning feast. We’re talking fried eggs, succulent pork sausages, crispy back bacon, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, and sautéed mushrooms. Throw in some black pudding, fried bread, buttered toast, and golden hash browns, and you’ve got a meal fit for royalty! Served with a hot cup of tea or coffee, it’s pure comfort on a plate.

I couldn't wait!

I rushed upstairs to wake the kids, telling them to get dressed quickly because we were heading out for a feast. Here’s a pro-tip for parents: if you want to motivate teenagers without any pushback, offer them amazing food! While teens these days can be so focused on their own gadgets and the worlds, the promise of a delicious breakfast is the one thing that guaranteed their attention.

We headed to our local diner and executed the plan perfectly. And let me tell you, it was a massive success! Every single one of us cleared our plates. But the best part wasn't just the bacon and eggs; it was the conversation. We laughed, caught up on their school lives, and chatted about everything they’ve been up to lately. It felt like our family bond was totally renewed, even in just that short hour together.

It turns out that a Full English Breakfast was exactly what we needed!

From Overthinking to Over-Thanking

I caught a glimpse of the sunrise the other day while waiting for my train, and it hit me just how much my mindset has shifted. Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of my time, especially during those long commutes, immersed in the Bible in a Year and Catechism in a Year podcasts with Fr. Mike Schmitz.

I wouldn’t say I’ve ever been a "negative" person, per se, but I definitely used to be an overthinker. When things got out of hand, I’d spiral. I’d rush to find a "quick fix" for every problem, which usually just led to impulsive decisions and a trail of regret.

For a long time, I felt stuck. I was constantly looking backward, beating myself up over what I should have done better or wondering where I’d gone wrong. Some days felt like a heavy, uphill battle against my own mood, and honestly I didn’t think I could change it.

Between the teachings from Couples For Christ (CFC) and the insights from Fr. Mike, my perspective started to pivot. I began diving deeper into my faith and exploring the actual virtue of gratitude. It sounds like a cliché, I know, but the concept is actually brilliantly simple: instead of obsessing over what’s missing, start noticing what’s already there.

I started small. I began to intentionally appreciate a perfect cup of coffee in the morning, a rare ray of sunlight piercing through the unpredictable London clouds, the 3-minute "check-in" call from my wife during her lunch break, finally walking through the front door of my house after a brutal commute filled with train cancellations and those Saturday morning strolls with my family, hunting for treasures in charity shops. I realized that these "insignificant" moments actually held the most value.

Once I turned gratitude into a habit, the world started to feel a bit lighter. That "dark cloud" that used to follow me around began to lift. I wasn't just faking a smile anymore; I was actually feeling joy.

That joy has sparked a real change in me. I’m not ignoring my problems, but I finally believe I can handle them. I’ve noticed that staying positive has breathed new life into my relationships because I’m not constantly complaining. Even when things are a "big deal," I approach them with a sense of calm. I have more energy, more focus, and I finally feel like I’m in the driver’s seat of my own life.

Today, gratitude is just part of my "daily bread." It helps me navigate the bad days and savour the good ones even more. I’ve realized that there is always something good to find, even in the worst-case scenarios. As long as I keep looking for the "good stuff," I know I can handle whatever comes my way.

The Gift of a Mother's Love: A Birthday Tribute

The weight of unspoken words hangs heavy in my heart. I, a man of few words, struggle to express the depth of my love for my mother. Though a simple phone call lies within easy reach, connecting us across the miles that separate Barcelona from my own life, I often find myself hesitant. Is it a fear of uttering empty pleasantries? Am I simply too engaged in the whirlwind of my own existence? Perhaps.

My childhood was a tapestry woven with threads of longing. At the tender age of ten or eleven, I witnessed my mother depart for Spain, leaving a gaping hole in my young heart. The absence of her maternal embrace cast a long shadow over my formative years. I grappled with a sense of detachment, adrift in a sea of unfamiliar emotions. There were periods, I confess, when the very memory of her faded, as if I were a solitary island, forced to weather life's storms alone. My father, God rest his soul, provided an inconstant presence, but it was a different kind of love, a unique story to tell someday if God's willing.

My mother, with a firm determination, toiled tirelessly to pave the way for our education back in the Philippines. Her sacrifices fuelled my academic pursuits, culminating in my college degree – a testament to her tireless hard work. In 2000, she guided my footsteps to Barcelona, a city that would become the backdrop for my own journey of self-discovery, the foundation upon which I built my family and forged a future.

Looking back, I may harbour a few "what ifs," a yearning to alter certain choices along the winding path of my life. Yet, I embrace the totality of my experiences, the triumphs and the missteps alike. This life, with all its imperfections, is the one I chose, the one I was destined to live. And for that, I am eternally grateful to my mother. Without her love and support, my life would be an entirely different, and undoubtedly, a far less fulfilling story.

My mother is not without her flaws. Her spirit, at times, can be a formidable force, challenging to navigate, my siblings can attest to that. But these imperfections are merely facets of her complex and vibrant personality. She sacrificed countless dreams for the sake of her children, her steadfast love extending to my own children and my wife.

Today, on her 71st birthday, I wish to honour the extraordinary woman who shaped my destiny. Words, however fluent, seem inadequate to express the profound gratitude I feel. I simply want her to know that the man I am today is a direct reflection of her enduring love and unwavering support.

Happy Birthday, Mom. May the Lord bless you with an abundance of joy, peace, and good health. May His face shine upon you and grant you His amazing grace. Amen.

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A Day of Health and Hope

Last Monday, I decided to take a much-needed break. A looming GP appointment, scheduled for the afternoon, prompted me to clear my entire day. While the morning might have seemed dull, it was surprisingly productive. I managed to coordinate with the gas engineer for my annual inspection, ensuring a smooth and efficient process.

However, beneath the surface of a seemingly ordinary day, a wave of anxiety was brewing. My primary concern was the rapid spread of eczema on my left ankle. This, coupled with recent episodes of nighttime breathing difficulties, had me worried. Given my history of high blood pressure, I knew that these new symptoms could potentially complicate my health. The added inconvenience of frequent nighttime trips to the bathroom, a possible sign of an enlarged prostate, further intensified my worries. As I prepared for my appointment, I couldn't shake off a sense of unease. But I chose to trust God for divine intervention, hoping for the best.

The appointment itself was brief but comprehensive. I underwent an ECG and provided blood and urine samples for testing. The doctor prescribed medication for my eczema and emphasized the importance of regular exercise and weight loss.

Two days later, I received the results: all clear! A wave of relief washed over me. I was grateful that the tests had revealed no serious underlying conditions. It was a clear reminder that our health is our greatest asset, and we must prioritize it.

I encourage all of you to make regular check-ups a part of your routine. Early detection and timely intervention are crucial in maintaining good health. Let's cherish the gift of life and strive for a healthier, happier future.

God bless!

By the way, I chose this image of Cywen, my sleepy companion, for this blog. She basically turned me into a human cat bed that day after my GP appointment.

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