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HAPPY FEAST DAY OF OUR LADY OF THE ROSARY 🥀“Hail” does not mean worship. When the angel said, “Hail, full of grace, the ...
07/10/2025

HAPPY FEAST DAY OF OUR LADY OF THE ROSARY 🥀

“Hail” does not mean worship. When the angel said, “Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with you” (Luke 1:28), the word came from the Greek chaíre, meaning “Rejoice” or “Be glad.” It was not praise of Mary’s power, for she is and never was God, but joy over what God was doing through her.

So when we say “Hail Mary,” we are repeating heaven’s greeting. We do not lift her above Christ; we honor the grace that brought Christ near.

Even God chose to come through a mother: to be held, to be taught, to be loved. And every time we pray the Rosary, we remember that tenderness, the closeness of heaven and earth, the love between a mother and her child, the very way God chose to enter our humanity.

It is not worship; it is remembrance. Each bead is a step closer to Jesus, seen through the eyes of one who never looked away from God.

The Rosary slows the heart to grace. It teaches us to see God in small moments, in our patients, our friends, our silence, until prayer becomes something we live, even when our lips are not moving.

We do not pray the Rosary to replace Christ; we pray it to remember Him. You can speak to Jesus directly; He listens. He always has and always will. To worship Mary would betray the heart of the Rosary and would be unchristian. Everything she did, and still does, always points back to Him. Her obedience was never for her own glory, but to lead hearts back to God.

Because love remembers. And every mystery is a doorway into His story.

The Joyful Mysteries reveal how God became flesh: when the Word was announced, when grace visited grace, when salvation was born in a manger, when He was offered back to the Father, and when the boy Jesus revealed His wisdom.

The Sorrowful Mysteries show how love bore our suffering: in the garden’s surrender, in the scourging and thorns, in the cross carried and lifted high, love stretched out for the world.

The Glorious Mysteries remind us how God’s power conquered death: in the risen Christ, in His ascension to the Father, in the Spirit poured upon the Church, in the mother received into heaven, and in the crown that belongs to faith fulfilled.

The Luminous Mysteries reveal how God’s light entered the ordinary: in the waters of baptism, in the miracle of new wine, in the preaching of His Kingdom, in His glory revealed on the mountain, and in the breaking of bread, where His presence still abides.

Each mystery reveals who God is, faithful in His promises, merciful in His sacrifice, and near in every season of our lives.

He is there in our joyful seasons, the giver of peace and the source of every good thing. He is there in our sorrowful seasons, the one who stays and holds every unseen tear. He is there in our glorious seasons, the fulfiller of promises and the lifter of burdens. And He is there in our luminous seasons, the quiet light in the ordinary, the presence that turns every moment into prayer.

Each prayer draws us nearer to His heart, softening what is restless, strengthening what is weary, and opening our eyes to see Him everywhere. It draws us back again to the One who made it all worth pondering.

“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” — Luke 2:19

Growth reveals hearts, stay kind anyway - even when it’s misunderstood, because validation was never the goal.
05/10/2025

Growth reveals hearts, stay kind anyway - even when it’s misunderstood, because validation was never the goal.

It all made sense. Education was never just about lessons and degrees. It was the training ground where my parents’ sacr...
03/10/2025

It all made sense. Education was never just about lessons and degrees. It was the training ground where my parents’ sacrifices and discipline took root. Nursing became the place where those lessons were tested, where I had to unlearn self-reliance and truly realise that its meaning lies not in outcomes, but in love greater than this world, made visible through mercy in fragile moments. That journey taught me something bigger than academics or career- life is not about proving ourselves, but about showing up in love where it matters most. And that always begins at home, the furnace where ordinary life is turned into redemptive change that outlasts the grave.

29/09/2025

A few years ago I was consumed by "what if." Now I rest in "even if." 🌸

What if” kept me restless.
“Even if” taught me peace.

And in both, I find truth in St. Augustine’s words:
“You have made us for Yourself... and our hearts are restless until they rest in You.”

The majority of Filipinos are Christian, and that faith has shaped much of our culture, values, and sense of identity. W...
29/09/2025

The majority of Filipinos are Christian, and that faith has shaped much of our culture, values, and sense of identity. When I first moved to Australia, I also had to navigate these perceptions, how language, habits, and identity could be judged so quickly. I've also heard quite a lot of stories from friends or others whether growing up in the Philippines or also abroad who also had to go through it. Remaining silent does not protect identity; it only diminishes it. It was a really interesting conversation I had with friends recently that inspired me to put these thoughts together. I only hope to add a perspective, it may be controversial, but it’s worth talking about. Many Filipinos who migrate here already struggle with anxiety, depression, and the baggages we all carry after moving to a new country, and adding this kind of pressure or stigma only makes the journey heavier.

Every culture has its flaws and weaknesses, but each also carries God-given strengths. For Filipinos, faith, family, and respect are not just words, they are values that have been passed down through generations, shaping who we are. Whether we live in the Philippines or abroad, these values remain at the heart of our identity. Yet, too often, Filipinos face stigma for the very things that should make us proud. In places like Western Sydney, speaking Tagalog is sometimes mocked as being “Freshie,” “FOB,” or dismissed as being “too filo.” This is not simply a misunderstanding, it is both a wound and an ignorance. A wound, because it strikes at a person’s sense of identity and belonging, making them feel ashamed of the very culture that formed them. An ignorance, because it reduces language, heritage, and dignity into shallow labels.

Some also carry traumas or toxic experiences that make it harder for them to embrace their roots or heritage, and that pain is real. I know some may say everything is a process, and that’s true. But each of us walks that process in our own time, at our own pace. What remains constant is this: compassion and love always serve us best. Life in families and communities cannot always be measured by perfect fairness, sometimes we give more, sometimes we carry more. And in the Filipino sense, family often extends beyond the household to relatives and kin, where familial love is expected to stretch even further. What keeps us united is the choice to love no matter what, and to forgive the way God has forgiven us, even when forgiveness feels undeserved.

As C. S. Lewis once said, “To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable, because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.” That is the heart of enduring love, and it is also the heart of why embracing our heritage is not weakness, but wisdom. And when you forgive, you don’t just free yourself, you stop the cycle of pain, you break the generational curses. Even if you don’t get married, forgiveness still matters, because it’s not only about breaking what came before, but also about making sure you don’t bleed on people who never cut you. It also creates space for God to bring forth a new beginning, whether that’s within your own family line, or in the wider community and spiritual family He has entrusted to you.

As Jesus said, “The humble will be exalted” (Matthew 23:12). Forgiveness does not make you less of a person, it reveals your strength. To forgive or to humbly admit when something is wrong is already a victory, for God sees it all, and in the end, His word is the only one that defines your worth and your win.

Language itself is never the problem. Tagalog, like any Filipino dialect, is a gift, a bridge that connects us to our families, our history, and our faith. It becomes sensitive only when it excludes others who cannot understand, because true conversation is meant to include, not divide. In those moments, respect matters. True respect knows no schedule. Some may say, “I can do what I want during my break time,” but real respect does not pause when it is inconvenient. Respect is not about suppressing our heritage, but about practicing it with inclusivity. It is about lifting others into the circle rather than shutting them out.

But here is the deeper truth: speaking Tagalog, or living out Filipino ways, is not a sign of insecurity, it is a sign of identity. Doing certain practices, embracing our daily habits, or carrying socio-cultural traits should never be judged as being “too filo.” Some Filipinos grew up in the Philippines where socio-economic limitations shaped how they acted, or in communities where certain ways of living were simply the norm. That’s all they had ever known before moving to a new country and adjusting to unfamiliar realities. Others grew up in the Philippines as well, or even abroad, yet still embody Filipino values in ways that are thoughtful, dignified, and yes, classy. Class is not about money or status, but about how values are lived. A person shows class when they live with respect, hospitality, resilience, and quiet confidence. To carry these values with grace is never shameful, it is a testimony of strength.

Look at the Japanese: they speak their language with pride and preserve customs like bowing, traditional dining practices, and their food culture without shame. Even in social settings, when hanging out with their circles, they have no problem speaking Japanese, eating their own food, or practicing their ways openly. No one calls them “too Japanese.” Instead, the world admires them for it. In the same way, Filipino values and ways, from language to respect and hospitality, deserve to be lived and owned with dignity. To embrace them is not backwardness; it is strength.

Identity is not meant to be boxed in by stigma or shallow perceptions. It is shaped by heritage, enriched by the values we choose to live, and strengthened by the gift of knowing another language. Most of all, our identity is ultimately defined by God, who chose the family and culture we were born into. Whether we like it or not, He entrusted us with this heritage as part of His plan.

For the youth especially, living abroad can make heritage feel like a burden. But your culture is not a chain, it is a gift. And if you grew up without values free from toxicity, you also carry the responsibility to learn, unlearn, relearn, and be accountable for how you live out your heritage. When you honor it with respect, class, and inclusivity, you not only enrich your own life, but you also give the world a glimpse of the beauty of being Filipino.

SOBRA NA. TAMA NA. 🇵🇭❤️‍🔥
21/09/2025

SOBRA NA. TAMA NA. 🇵🇭❤️‍🔥

21/09/2025

PILIPINAS 🇵🇭 Make Corruption Shameful Again

In a country where corruption has become routine, where the shameless walk free and the honest grow weary, we must reclaim our moral compass. Make corruption shameful again is not just a slogan—it is a battle cry for a nation that refuses to normalize theft, impunity, and betrayal.

But let’s be honest: in our current setting, where some DPWH officials, contractors, and wealthy lawmakers operate with thick faces and callous hearts, idealism alone will not suffice. They are unmoved by shame. Immune to public outrage. And emboldened by a system that protects the powerful and punishes the poor.

This is why we need radical and agile action—not just words, but arrests. Not just hearings, but convictions. The government must act swiftly and decisively to file cases, jail the big fishes, and dismantle the machinery of plunder. Otherwise, the cycle continues. Otherwise, the people will lose faith—and when faith collapses, chaos follows.

We cannot hold mass rallies every week. But we can be vigilant. We can be relentless. We can use social media not just to vent, but to expose. To name names. To demand accountability. To remind those in power that the people are watching—and we will not forget.

This is a prayer for moral courage. For agile leadership. For awakened public servants who will not wait for permission to do what is right. Let this be a call to every Filipino: shame is not weakness. It is a sign that conscience still lives. And when corruption is no longer shameful, democracy is no longer safe.

Let us bring back shame—not to humiliate, but to heal. Let us make corruption shameful again, so that honor may once again be possible.

Tony Leachon

An abundance mindset trusts that blessings multiply when shared, because God is the Giver who never runs dry. It is choo...
18/09/2025

An abundance mindset trusts that blessings multiply when shared, because God is the Giver who never runs dry. It is choosing to see possibility where scarcity only sees limits.

Amplify what matters, echo what lasts. 🗣️
17/09/2025

Amplify what matters, echo what lasts. 🗣️

I get it, how people can struggle with having a relationship with Christ. I was once in that place too, and I can’t take...
11/09/2025

I get it, how people can struggle with having a relationship with Christ. I was once in that place too, and I can’t take it against anyone. Especially when they don’t have the education, information, resources, or even access to know Him better. It makes sense that faith can feel far away or even irrelevant.

But what saddens me most is when people do have these things in one way or another, when the opportunity is right there in front of them, yet they choose otherwise. I don’t say this in judgment, but in sorrow, because I know how easy it is to get caught up in the busyness of life.

It doesn’t always look like rebellion, sometimes it’s just distraction. We get swept away by the everyday tasks and demands of the world. The bills that never stop coming. The children who cry out for attention. The deadlines and expectations at work. The endless scrolling just to numb the mind for a moment. The weight of stress pressing down day after day. The feeling of being “too goody-goody” or of seeming fake in the eyes of others. The pressure of not fitting into the mold or image we want to portray to our circle, colleagues or community. These things pile up, and before we know it, we stop noticing the deeper hunger in our souls.

And sometimes I hear people say things like, “Oh, I had my church girl era” or “That was my church boy phase.” I get it, it’s an easy way of describing a time when they felt closer to God, or more involved in church life. And honestly, life does change. Responsibilities, seasons, and even personal struggles can shift the way faith looks on the outside.

But if we think about it, faith was never meant to just be an “era.” It’s not like a stage we pass through and leave behind, but something much deeper, something that quietly stays with us, even when we’re not as active or expressive about it. Sometimes we can even try to ignore it or silence it in our minds, convincing ourselves that it was just a past season. Sometimes it even feels easier to step away. You feel unburdened by not having to wrestle with the truth or live it out. It’s more comfortable to remain where life feels familiar. But the fact remains: God is still there. Christ’s presence doesn’t fade simply because our attention does.

It may seem like freedom to put faith aside, but over time that choice can leave us carrying a different kind of heaviness, the weight of emptiness, of unanswered longings, of searching for meaning in things that never fully satisfy.

Our relationship with Him is less about being in a “phase” and more about being on a journey. Sometimes that journey feels strong and vibrant, sometimes it feels quiet or hidden, but it’s still real. And the beauty of it is that even when we set it aside, He never sets us aside.

Because at the end of it all, when the house grows quiet, when the work is done (or sometimes undone), when the noise dies down, there is something more. Something beyond the temporary victories and struggles. Something everlasting.

And that “more” is found in Christ. The One who sees past our busyness, past our distractions, and past the fronts we put up to cope. The One who calls us not to ignore life’s responsibilities, but to see them in light of eternity. He reminds us that the bills don’t get the final word, nor does the stress, nor even the burdens we carry each day. Because at the end of it all, only Christ remains, and in Him, our restless hearts finally return to their true home. As C.S. Lewis once said, “If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.

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