How Our Lady of Guadalupe Snatched Me from New Age
January 9, 2009 1 Comment
V. Rediscovery of My Catholic Faith
Mama also taught me how to read other Catholic books. I read her messages in the Marian Movement of Priests. I read the books of Scott Hahn and learned of his conversion story. I read Fr. Leo Trese‘s “The Faith Explained.” I read the Catechism. But my favorite book is on Dogmatic Theology lent to me by a friend. How simple to state are the Catholic dogmas–Jesus is the Son of Man, Mary is the Mother of God–yet how many church doctors, how many councils, how many centuries have to pass before these dogmas can be understood and explained. And the mystery of the dogma deepens.
I read books, blogs, magazines, newspapers, pamphlets–anything that I could get my hands on to learn more and more about the Catholic Church. (I also occasionally read articles against the church and the pope, but I have to pray beforehand and read the Catechism afterwards—shots of vaccine against a virus.) Now, I am reading the “Confessions” of St. Augustine and the “Summa Theologiae” of St. Aquinas. But because of my physics background, I only read the physics parts: relativity of time in Augustine and optics in Aquinas. The rest I skipped. But somehow in the process I get a glimpse of their theology.
And Mama led me to her Son. I learned to value the Holy Eucharist and the Sacrament of Penance. I learned to pray the rosary as a meditation on the life of Christ. I learned to pray the chaplet of the Divine Mercy. I studied a little Latin. And someday when I have enough money, I’ll buy my first 1962 missal and unearth the treasures of the ancient mass.
I do not know why our Protestant brothers hate Mama very much. Is it because she is beautiful? Is it because Christ honored her as his mother by lavishing her with all the graces that the Angel Gabriel addresses her as “Full of Grace”? Or is it because they haven’t yet felt the love of mother? They have God as Father. They have Christ as Brother. But they have no Mother. “Do whatever he tells you” (Jn 2:5)– this is the only command from our Mother. As the moon reflects the light of the sun, so does Mary shines in splendor with the light of Christ. In the darkest night, Mary guides us with the light of Christ and she prepares us for the dawn of His Coming.
A year after my graduation in college, my mother died. She died due to kidney failure—a complication of diabetes. But before she died, I visited her in Bacolod. She cannot anymore recognize me. My sister took the handbook of Guadalupe and showed it to my mother. My mother said, “Toto, Toto.” That was my name my mother calls me. And she only knew my name because of Guadalupe. Maybe she is saying Christ’s last words on the cross: “Woman, behold your son.” My mother did not leave me orphan. She entrusted me to Our Lady, to Our Mother, to Our Mama.
I love you Nanay. I love you Mama.