Gonuts Donuts Pocket 2s

I played poker last night in Magallanes. It was a qualifying heat for the final table of the Magallanes Sportsfest Poker tournament. Buy-in was P100. This is the absolute lowest rung of poker in the Philippines. But I found myself here since I'm in the thick of a nightmarish 13- game run where I have not been in the money. At P500 a buy-in, that leaves me P6,500 in the hole. Not good. So I dropped down to my level. Waaaay down.

The game was against various denizens of the Magallanes Magdalena Park, mostly teenagers with wispy mustaches and awkwardly trying to smoke. The dealer was the tournament director, my buddy Jun Badoy, quite possibly the funniest person in Magallanes and maybe in the entire city of Makati.

We were using decent chips, but settled for free playing cards from Gonuts Donuts. A new pack, freshly unwrapped. This shows you the kind of tournament this was.

In the center of each Gonuts Donuts card are not spades, clubs, hearts or diamonds, but donuts. The 7 of clubs has 7 choco donuts, the 10 of hearts has 10 sprinkled ones. The people cards, jack to king, are even funnier. The faces are made of two munchkins for eyes and a half donut for a smile. I am not making any of this up.

The game started badly for me. As they always do. I was struggling with maybe second-smallest stack when an all-in ensued between three wispy mustaches. A showdown. One had a middle pair. The other had A K. A third had pocket 2s. I forgot the board. It didn't matter. Because moments after the cards were shown, Gopal, another wispy mustache of Indian descent, noticed something odd about the pocket 2s.

Both 2s had a pair of sugar glazed donuts on their faces. Both were two of spades.

Bedlam erupted. People jumping up and down, laughing and screaming. The red-faced Mr. Badoy inspected the cards. There were five 2s, with an extra spades. Which might explain how two or three times in the course of the early part of the game, pair two had come out.

Five 2s. The possibilities are hilarious. Four of a kind 2s with a 2 kicker. Full house 2s over 2s.

But that's not all. A further inspection of the cards revealed that there was no jack of clubs, only two jacks of spades.

The United States Playing Card Company manufactures Bicycle and Bee brand playing cards. They are also the official supplier of cards for the World Poker Tour. However they do not manufacture donuts. Perhaps, using the same logic, Gonuts Donuts should not be a source for playing cards for any poker tournament, no matter how small.

After it all got worked out Jun asked whether we wanted a restart. Naturally, having the second-smallest stack, I voted yes. We played again with a proper set of cards and I crashed out 6th out of 8 having not gotten any decent hands whatsoever.

I played in the second game, however against seven other pubescent Magallanes youths and one girl. Took two huge pots early on and played tight-aggressive all the way. Got nice hands too. Often. Early on three-handed, and as major chip leader, we all went all in after the flop. My pocket 7s held up against AK suited and QJ off suit. I had booked a place in the Magallanes Final Table and a shot at winning the Magallanes version of a World Series of Poker Bracelet: a baseball cap declaring the wearer as the Magallanes Village Poker Champion. A small victory for a very small-time poker player.

Oh and by the way, in case you were wondering, no, my pocket 7s were not suited.

                            

Book Review: "A Church In Search Of Itself."

There are some books that are so good you feel sad when you finish reading them. "A Church In Search Of Itself: Benedict XVI and the Battle For The Future" by Robert Blair Kaiser is one of them. I picked it up last Monday in Fully Booked. It's Thursday night and I've already raced breathlessly through all 250 of its pages.

The book is a scathing indictment of Pope John Paul II's papacy. Kaiser, a religion reporter for Newseek as well as an ex-Jesuit, tells how Pope John Paul II betrayed the legacy of Vatican II, the council in 1968 that instituted broader reforms to make the Roman Catholic Church more of a "people's church." The author paints the Polish Pope as a doctrinaire, almost tyrannical leader who squelched dissent in the Church by stubbornly sticking to his conservative beliefs regarding the role of women, married clergy, and other social issues. He also silenced liberal theologians, including those who advocated Liberation Theology.

Kaiser also believes that the new pope, Joseph Ratzinger, promises more of the same. Even before he ascended to the throne to become Pope Benedict XVI, Ratzinger allegedly held sway over the Vatican as John Paul II's health deteriorated. Near the end of the book we see how Ratzinger cunningly manipulated the conclave of Cardinals to ensure his landslide electoral victory. Like his predecessor, Benedict XVI is portrayed as a diehard conservative deaf to the increasingly vocal calls for change.

But the book doesn't just slam Ratzinger and Pope John Paul. Kaiser also presents a hope for the Church's future embodied by the progressive Catholics he interviews, like the Jesuit Cardinal of Jakarta, Indonesia, Julius Darmaatmadja, and Sri Lankan theologian Aloysius Pieries, who set up an interfaith center where Buddhists and Christians study religion together. He even speaks about a meeting with the liberal nun who runs Manila's Saint Scholastica's College. In their stories we get a sense of hope that one day, a more decentralized Church in tune with the rhythms of each of the world's cultures and paradigms will one day exist.

Kaiser even proposes an "autochthonous", independent church in the United States, one that is democratically and professionally run, much like small, independent Catholic churches around the world like the Coptic Church in Africa.

The story is told in a very readable, fast-paced style that makes for a satisfying book. As a former Catholic who still regards the Church with great affection, I have mixed feelings. On one hand I am glad to have left a church that I feel is so backward. On the other hand I am inspired at the commitment of a few to modernizing a church that is undeniably in crisis.

Whether you're a progressive like me or a more traditional Catholic, this is a timely, must-read book about the current state of one of the world's greatest and most influential institutions.

If I were the President of the Philippines...

... I would give P5,000 to every poor married woman with at least two kids to have a tubal ligation.  I bet there will be no shortage of takers. It will be expensive for the government but imagine having to feed, clothe, house and educate all the excess children who will  be born without this program. Mothers who don't want the operation get free condoms at barangay health clinics.

... I would make a twenty peso coin.  Time Magazine says the U.S. is saving $500 million just by junking the dollar bill and replacing it with a gold dollar coin. Paper money can circulate for about 18 months.  A coin will last for decades.

... I'd make a rule for people who want to run for office. Before running for president you have to have been a governor, congressman or senator. Before running for governor, congressman, or senator you have to have been a mayor. Before running for mayor, you have to have served as a counselor. That way none of this nonsense of actors and athletes running for higher office with no experience.

... I'd allow foreigners to own land in the Philippines. Enough false patriotism. Whatever helps foreign investors come in and create jobs is good for the country.

... I'd have an English Week in all schools. There is already a Linggo ng Wika.  Why not a counterpart for English, with declamations, plays, and speeches in English?  Lord knows our country desperately needs to halt the decline in English in this country. Plus you can also throw in a Regional Language Week. Cebuano week in Cebu, Ilocano Week in Locos, etc. No reason why one language must take precedence over another. 

... I'd allow same-sex marriage. That would give same-sex couples legal rights like company health benefits, etc.  Let us join Canada, Spain, Netherlands, and South Africa in this measure which will greatly help our LGBT brothers and sisters while totally not affecting the lives of anyone else, even conservative Christians opposed to it.

... I'd sick the Police on smoke belchers.  Once upon a time nobody wore seat belts. Then the police were instructed to enforce it, and they did because it meant extra income from bribes. We should use the same thinking with smoke belchers. Vehicles that spew black smoke cause people to get sick, hurting our productivity and our economy.

... I'd triple the taxes on cigarettes. I want cigarette-smoking to be a luxury only the rich can afford. That way the poor, who don't have the money for the costly medical fees associated with smoking, will be unable to smoke.

... Alongside that I'd set up a government agency to help poor tobacco farmers help grow other cash crops instead of tobacco. They would give technical assistance, seeds, and soft loans.

... I would disallow all forms of tobacco advertising. Print, TV, Radio, event, direct marketing, whatever. All of this would work towards the goal of making smoking extinct in the Philippines.

...I'd make divorce legal, easy, and cheap. There are far too many people who get married even though they shouldn't.  People in bad marriages should be given another chance. The long, costly, and blatantly dishonest institution of annulment should become a thing of the past.

...I'd aggressively push medical tourism.  It's a sunrise industry that the Philippines is idealy suited for. Loads of quality doctors and nurses that will accept much lower rates than first world countries.  We should not let Thailand, Malaysia, and India leave us behind on this one.

... I'd legalize euthanasia for teminally ill patients with no hope for recovery who are in great pain as long as the patient and family agree to it.

... I'd stop increasing the minimum wage.  It sounds like a cruel act but the law of supply and demand should rule here. If we continue to increase the minimum wage we will continue to price ourselves out of the labor market. Vietnam, Indonesia, Cambodia, and of course China all offer cheaper, and oftentimes better-behaved labor. If we do this our economy will improve and wages will rise naturally, as they should.

... I would institute a semi-professional football league in the south.  Wala lang.  I'm the President.  I can do whatever I please.

Laban Movie

I've just seen the premiere of Sally Jo Bellosillo's "Laban, The Meaning of the EDSA Revolution." I reckon it deserves to be the definitive documentary about the 1986 People Power Revolution.

The documentary moves quickly from the announcement of Martial Law in 1972 to the Aquino assassination all the way to the revolution itself. It's an excellent primer for those born too late to experience that time. But the film's heroes are the interviewees. Gringo Honasan, Cory Aquino, Fidel Ramos, Imelda Marcos (deliciously delusional as always), James Reuter, Kit Tatad, Butz Aquino and June Keithley make riveting storytellers with their firsthand recollections of that heady time.

The sight of ordinary Filipinos who standing up to the tanks is enough to put a lump into anyone's throat. But there are light moments too, like Keithley recalling how a troop of nuns formed a human shield around her radio outpost, and how Reuters candidly admits that Ramos fabricated some of his announcements about battalion defections at the height of the revolt.

As the title suggests, "Laban" discusses the legacy of EDSA and how its promises have yet to be fully realized. The epilogue goes all the way up through EDSA 2 and the even the failed EDSA 3.

Nits are few. The role of NAMFREL in de-legitmizing the 1986 snap polls deserved more coverage. And the coup attempts during the Aquino administration are mentioned but not Honasan's involvement in them. Gringo comes out as a hero in the film, a status that I feel is tainted by his subsequent opportunism.

But "Laban" is a glorious film-making debut from Sally Jo Bellosillo and should take its place beside "Imelda" as one of the most important Filipino documentaries in recent memory. It should be required viewing for every Filiipino, especially since there is now a whole generation of Filipinos with little more than a dim recollection of the revolution, if at all. I can't wait to get my hands on the DVD.

Letting Go

This is the sermon I delivered to the Unitarian Universalist Community in Manila last January 28, 2007.

“The Jungle Book” has always been one of my favorite cartoon movies. It tells the story of Mowgli, a boy raised by wolves in the jungles of India. Mowgli loves life in the jungle, but when word gets out that Shere Khan, a menacing man-eating tiger is moving into the neighborhood, Mowgli’s animal friends realized that he has to leave the jungle for the nearby village and the safety of fellow humans.

Mowgli gets sidetracked by Kaa, a hungry python, Baloo, a fun-loving bear, King Louie, an orangutan, and four vultures who look and sound like the Beatles. Eventually Mowgli, Baloo and Bagheera, their panther friend, defeat the man-eating tiger and end up in the edge of the jungle in the outskirts of the village. Mowgli is hesitant to leave all he knows and loves in the jungle. But eventually he is persuaded to move on to the village, especially after spotting a beautiful girl who is fetching water by the river.

What I really like about this story is that it tackles a subject that even as children, we must learn; the art of letting go. Mowgli had a great time in the jungle living with animals. But to realize his full potential, he had to live among humans, even though it was difficult and even scary for him.

As humans we move from one stage to another, like steps on a staircase. From infancy to childhood to adolescence, adulthood to old age. From grade school to high school to college to work to retirement. From being single to marriage to having children and raising them. And in every step we let go. Of toys, friends, classmates, ideas, girlfriends, boyfriends, thoughts, beliefs. And in letting go we leave behind what holds us back and embrace what can lead us to growth.

Just like Simon, Andrew, James and John in today’s scripture. They were fishermen, comfortable in their homes and professions. And yet they let go of all of that just to follow Jesus. They exchanged what was familiar and comfortable for the unknown, in the hopes that they would find something more precious and meaningful.

Fr. Manoling Francisco, the brilliant Jesuit priest who has written so many famous Filipino liturgical songs once quoted one of his Jesuit spiritual masters when he said that we are two beings; the biological being and the human being. The biological being grows by consuming things. Food, water, sunshine, affection. The human being grows by doing the exact opposite. By surrendering. By letting go. Moving on.

M. Scott Peck, the renowned psychiatrist and author, states it in another way in his classic, “The Road Less Travelled.” He talks about how people have to “update their maps.” Peck believes one’s worldview is like a map. When you are young, you have a map of the world. It’s probably not a very accurate one, because you don’t have much experience in the world. But as you grow older, have more experiences, learn more things and meet more people, that map has to be upgraded. Has to be updated. Must change to reflect the realities of the world. When someone refuses to update his maps, to let go of beliefs or attitudes or ideas that don’t conform to reality, then that person stagnates. Gets left behind. And stops growing.

Just last year, seven Episcopalian churches in the state of Virginia in the United States broke away from the Episcopal Church of the United States and instead joined the Convocation of Anglicans in North America (CANA). They left because they believed that the American Episcopalian church, a progressive church that has ordained an openly gay bishop, was too welcoming towards gays and lesbians.
‘The Church affirms our commitment to the total rejection of the evil of homosexuality, which is a perversion of human dignity… (and) is incongruent with the teachings of the Bible, Koran and the basic African traditional values,'’ said Peter Akinola, the Nigerian Archbishop who is leading CANA. It was also reported that the breakaway group considers the growing acceptance of homosexuality in the American Episcopalian church as a “satanic attack.”

What I believe is going on here is a group of people who simply cannot let go. For centuries our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters have been viewed as outcasts and weirdos. People who are sick who must be cured. And yet modern society has already let go of that idea. Modern society accepts gays and lesbians for what they are; as people who are just like us, except they choose to love people of their own gender. People who are different from us, but, hey, what’s wrong with being different? Everybody has let go of the hateful and prejudiced views of the past concerning gays and lesbians. Everybody but these people. They just can’t let go. And they refuse to move on to a better place where they can be more loving and accepting.

The Catholic Church is another institution that can’t let go of many things. One of them is the idea of women clergy. The church believes that only men can be priests. That only men can be in positions of leadership in church hierarchy. This in spite of the fact that there is an acute shortage of priests in the Catholic Church. If they would allow women to be priests then there wouldn’t be such a problem. But Pope Benedict has said that women have a well-established role in the church already. And being a priest or a leader isn’t included in that role.

I think they just can’t let go. The world already believes that men and women should be equal. And in many parts of society they are. In business, the schools, even the military. The idea that men have the right to lord it over women is an idea whose time has come and gone. And yet it’s an idea the Catholic Church cannot let go of.

Fortunately for us, Unitarian Universalists are pretty good at letting go. Why? Because we don’t have creeds, dogmas, or doctrines that keep us from letting go. We rely on conscience reason, and love to guide us.

A dogma is result of someone else’s thinking. Someone who may be from another time, another place, and another culture. Someone whose thinking may be completely irrelevant to the current time and place and situation. That’s why we are able to let go of dogma when we feel it’s unjust. And instead we move on to grow and become more loving, more just people.

No wonder then UUs have been accepting of gays and lesbians for more than 30 years. And why our
tradition has had women clergy since 1864, when Universalist Olympia Brown became the first female minister of any denomination in the United States.

But enough about religion. Letting go isn’t just about faith. It’s also about our daily lives. Each of us has something that is holding us back. Something that we have to let go. It could be an idea or attitude that isn’t right. Or an addiction to drugs or alcohol. Or it could even be a person. Are you in a relationship with someone who is stopping you from growing? Only you can answer that question. I invite each and every person on this room to do so.

As the born agains say, “let go and let God.” Let God work wonders in our lives and lead us to a better place of love, justice, and understanding.

Slowly turning into a redneck

One of these days I just might tune in to NASCAR and actually find it quite interesting.

Then maybe the next day I'll think that George W. Bush isn't so bad after all.

Perhaps I soon might think that the Bible actually is inerrant.

And then soon after I might go to a family reunion and actully find one of my cousins really cute.

In short, I'm slowly turning into a redneck. The culprit? Country music.

My advertising barkada has long villified my taste in music. But this will push things over the edge. I've actually learned to appreciate country music, and especially one band, Rascal Flatts.

The Flatts are a progressive country band. In other words, they don't wear hats on stage. Their music is accessible, radio-friendly, at times rock-driven but unmistakably country. They are also massive in the States, one of the biggest-selling acts in any genre there.

I spotted one of their hits, "What Hurts the Most" on the Billboard Adult Contemporary chart so I downloaded it. I liked it. Grabbed "Me and My Gang". Loved it. Then I just kept on grabbing and grabbing their stuff and liking and liking it more and more.

The Flatts can rock, like their energetic cover of Tom Cochrane's "Life Is A Highway" from the Cars soundtrack. But some of their songs tackle unlikely themes that any human being can relate to. "Ellsworth" is a poignant piece about a grandmother suffering from Alzheimers. She gets lost driving and nearly burns down the house baking biscuits. She is scatterbrained and forgetful. And yet...

"Its like her mind just quit.
Oh but bring up grandpa- its like someone flipped a switch.
A front porch light and a blue Desoto,
Couple a straws and a coca cola:
You can see it all goin' down.
A handsome boy in army green
A tear on his face- down on a knee,
Shaky voice- a diamond ring should put you in that town.
Tomorrow she won't remember what she did today,
But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas, 1948."

If you can't be touched by that then please check your pulse.

Another hit, "Skin" (Sarabeth) is about a high school girl suffering from Leukemia. Her hair goes but her boyfriend cuts his hair off too on the night of the prom. Saccharine for some maybe, but it works for me.

I love their songs "My Wish," "Prayin' For Daylight", "Love You Out Loud", and "These Days." (The last one is my song to my ex, by the way.) But they have a sense of humor too. Check out the words from the chorus of "Backwards".

"You get your house back
You get your dog back
You get your best friend Jack back
You get your truck back
You get your hair back
Ya get your first and second wives back
Your front porch swing
Your pretty little thing
Your bling bling bling and a diamond ring
Your get your farm and the barn and the boat and the Harley
First night in jail with Charlie
Sounds a little crazy, a little scattered and absurd
But that's what you get when you play a country song backwards"

The other country act I really dig is Keith Urban. Like the Rascal Flatts, Keith Urban goes hatless. And you won't be surprised to know that Urban is from the South. Way down south. Further south than Kentucky. Further south than Tennessee. Deeper down than Alabama. Even more south than Texas.

Keith Urban is from Australia.

It seems that Australia has a pretty big county music culture. Even an Australian Country Music Hall Of Fame. And Urban is their biggest export to Redneckland.

He is best known now for being fellow Aussie Nicole Kidman's husband. And just before his newest album hit stores he managed to get thrown into rehab for excessive drinking. (Who says country stars can't behave like rock stars?)

His music is infectiously catchy, organic and just plain easy to listen to. But his biggest recent hit was "You'll Think Of Me," an introspective ballad that won him a Grammy. I also love "You're My Better Half", "Days Go By," "You're Not Alone Tonight," and "Live To Love Another Day." (That last song is a song to, well someone else, not my ex.)

Urban can do Sappy Sad Bastard pretty well too. "Tonight I Wanna Cry" is a luminous ballad that is as pathetic as the title suggests, but just as beautiful.

So I may be a newfound hiphop aficionado, and a true lover of Audioslave, but these days, when I search for comfort music, I turn to country. If you're reading this and have always shaken your head disapprovingly at my earlier predilections for James Taylor, Josh Groban, and Christina Aguilera, please forgive me.

Meanwhile I'm off. Jeff Gordon is on the tube and leading the pack, and I don't wanna miss a single lap. Yeee ha!!

Save Jack Simbulan

An old friend from college, Babette Arriola Simbulan, has a young son named Jack. He is a normal boy except for the fact that he suffers from Fanconi's Anemia, an extremely rare disease that is similar to Leukemia in its symptoms.

The cost of weekly injections is exorbitant and is straining the family's resources. Their only hope is a Bone Marrow Transplant in the U.S., a procedure that will cost well into six figures. And these are US dollars we are talking about.

Please check out these blogs to learn more about Jack and how you can help. And of course, please include him and the family in your prayers, for whatever it's worth.

http://www.savejacksimbulan.blogspot.com

http://www.savejacksimbulan.org

My cellphone policy

I've always had a quirk when it comes to cell phones. Mine always has to be absolutely unique. I must always have one that is extraordinarily rare. Maybe it's an affirmation of my narcissistic belief in my own uniqueness. I dunno.

It started with my first one in 1998. It was a Nokia 1610. That was rare because even by the standards of the day, it was so huge you could kill someone with it. Once someone even asked me if it was a Nokia Communicator. That's how big it was. In a fit of boredom I changed the casing into a purple one. Just to add to the one-in-a-million factor.

That was the last Nokia I bought. I swore off Nokia after that. They were just too dominant and common for me.

Then I went Panasonic. Big big brand in just about everything, but a puny one in the world of mobile phones. Perfect. And assembled in the Philippines too! First it was a G88. A tiny, girly thing that got a blue casing to manlify it. That lasted a few years then I upgraded to the GD92. Still small but blessed with a terrific feature that, in that time, gave it major wow-factor cred. It could record anything and make it into a ringtone. Remember that "sinong nanay mo" thing that made the rounds of the internet circa 2001? My ringtone.

I saw a few folks with G88s but i don't recall ever seeing anyone with a GD 92, which thrilled me.

In 2002 the office gave me a Nokia 3210. My only generic phone. I had to modify it so I immediately ran over to Makati Cinema Square and grabbed a bunch of casings. My favorite was a woodgrain one.

In 2003, after surrendering the 3210 and prompted by the sad state of Panasonic's phone lineup, I defected to Siemens. Got an M55. It is a transformers-looking phone with orange detailing. It just screamed "buy me" from the moment I saw it. I bet you've never seen it. It was never a popular Siemens. I know exactly two people who have it.

I changed the casing to a cheap one after the lid on the battery broke. The paint on the casing in the front came off the clear plastic, revealing fungus-looking things underneath. Since going to a client meeting with a fungusy phone isn't particularly socially acceptable, I went hunting for a new cel late last year.

First I wanted to stay with Siemens. But they don't exist anymore. Now they are Benq-Siemens. Great. More quirk factor. But their phones were funny-looking and lacked features. Plus they sponsor Real Madrid, a football club I despise.

Then I discovered the Asus V88. Nice phone, good features, low price, and a brand nobody but IT people who install motherboards for a living have heard of. I tried it. GONG! Fussy keyboard that forces you to tap twice just to make a space. Sorry.

I settled on a Sony-Ericsson k618i. New phone. Still rare. Sony Ericsson is a big brand but at least its not Nokia. I haven't seen any on the street yet. Super. I hope it stays that way.

So how is the Sony Ericsson k618i? Awful. Despicable. Uh, lousy interface. Let's see, crummy keyboard. So please don't buy one. Thank you.

Some Children See Him

I don't usually talk about my faith in this Blog. But this time I will. The following is the reflection I gave during the Christmas worship service of my community, the Unitarian Universalist Community in Manila. Hope you enjoy it.

Some Children See Him

Some children see Him lily white,
The baby Jesus born this night
Some children see Him lily white,
With tresses soft and fair.

Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
The Lord of heaven to earth come down;
Some children see Him bronzed and brown,
With dark and heavy hair.

Some children see Him almond-eyed,
This Savior whom we kneel beside,
Some children see Him almond-eyed,
With skin of yellow hue.

Some children see Him dark as they,
Sweet Mary's Son, to Whom we pray;
Some children see Him dark as they,
And ah! They love Him, too!

The children in each different place
Will see the baby Jesus' face
Like theirs, but bright with heavenly grace,
And filled with holy light.

O lay aside each earthly thing,
And with thy heart as offering,
Come worship now the infant King,
'Tis love that's born tonight!


I first learned this song when I was living in Singapore. I was part of the school choir and we sang this during one Christmas concert. I’ve always loved the message it brings.

In most traditional Christian art, Jesus is Caucasian. Blue eyed, blond or brown haired, with pale skin. I think that this reflected the tastes of the European artists who portrayed him. They wanted Jesus to look like themselves.

But most likely Jesus was not blue-eyed nor blonde haired. He probably looked like the present-day Jews or Palestinians look like today. Swarthy, dark, with middle-eastern features and thick black hair.

Some even believe that Jesus may have been black. At any rate, his true features will never be known.

And yet this song gives the wondrous message that the baby Jesus can be in our image, no matter how each of us looks. Caucasians will see him as blond and blue-eyed. Blacks will see him as dark-skinned. Chinese will see him with narrow slits for eyes.

For me this song speaks of the universality of Jesus. We all see ourselves in him. No matter from what race, creed, or country. As the child Jesus we see his meekness and humbleness. When he grows up and starts his ministry, his courage inspires us as we seek our own dreams. On the cross he is a symbol of our own brokenness and weakness. And when he rises from the dead we are given hope that in the midst of our struggles, we will find deliverance.

In the movie V for Vendetta, the hero, a masked crusader named V, is dedicated to freeing Britain from the grip of a totalitarian regime. In the movie V meets the evil Prime Minister and snarls “Behind this mask is an idea. And ideas are immortal.”

Jesus is more than a child. More than a man. More than a son of God. He is an idea. A concept. A towering symbol of love. The embodiment of a radically selfless, egalitarian, inclusive form of love that this world needs more than ever. That is an idea that we hope is immortal too.

Jesus’ love is for all. Speaks to all. Can transform all. Whether you are black or white. Brown-skinned or slant-eyed. A Christian, Jew, Muslim or Buddhist. An agnostic or a believer. A man, a woman, gay or straight.

That is the same message of Unitarian Universalism. That ours is a faith that reaches out to all. One that embraces many beliefs yet is united by a common bond of compassion and love. A faith that brings people together instead of tearing them apart. A faith that affirms that salvation is for all, and not limited to a few.

This Christmas we behold the baby Jesus in his manger. And as Filipinos what do we see? A brown face the shade of kayumanggi. He has large eyes, and a nose that is very, very flat, pango, as we say in Filipino. The few hairs he might have are jet-black. This Christmas, Jesus looks very much like us.

And let us remember that truly, ‘tis love that’s born tonight.

Azkals are off to Thailand or Singapore

The Azkals hammered Brunei 4-1. It could have been much worse. We missed plenty of chances. Two goals by Phil Younghusband, another by Anton Del Rosario (a glorious 35 yard free kick) and one by my favorite Pinoy striker, Chippy Caligdong. The Brunei side, missing key players to injury and suspension, were no match. The Philippines finished second in the group and will make it to the ASEAN Football Championship in January to face the likes of Singapore, Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, Myanmar and Vietnam. It'll be fun!

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