Good Monday morning, everyone! Thank you, God, for everything, my life, family, friends, all the blessings we have received from you! Thank you, Jesus!
Sunday, yesterday, I was too tired to blog after a long day away from home. It started when my wife and I, together with our young adult daughter and my sis-in-law, attended the Sunday Mass at our parish, St. Paul's in downtown Portsmouth. As volunteer Extraordinary Ministers for Holy Communion (EMHC), my wife and I did the Cup 1 and 2, respectively, since we're scheduled to do the work yesterday. That is, we distributed, or gave out or shared, the consecrated wine or "blood" of Jesus Christ to our fellow parishioners.
Rev. Fr. David, our pastor of the four clustered parishes, was our priest-celebrant. As usual, he led us in the atmosphere of holiness. With the church choir, he sang with us. He led us, faithful believers, in prayer to and adoration, and worship, of our Almighty God. As always, he delivered a meaningful and inspiring homily, or "sermon," which dealt or touched on the main topic of yesterday's Bible readings and the Gospel (from St. John 6:24-35): Jesus Christ, the "Manna" or True Bread from Heaven, the Bread of Life. As always, he sent us out, at the end of the church service, with the message "Go in peace" and be the Light and Salt of the world, an inspiration to others.
After the Holy Communion or before the Mass ended, our daughter and my sis-in-law were out of sight in the church. It's because the former was scheduled to play the piano for a church service in one of the Christian churches in the area. And, for that, she gets paid. As usual, her aunt accompanied her to the place.
Meanwhile, after a brief conversation with Fr. David at the sacristy (where he was preparing to go to the next church to officiate Mass), and with a couple of parishioners at the facade of the St. Paul's, after the Mass, my wife and I decided to go to a dollar store to buy Sunday's newspapers prior to going to Seafood Restaurant where we're going to have lunch. You see, even if you're mindful of the things that you've planned to buy, there is this human tendency that you buy something else that caught your eyes to be appealing or fascinating. I know what you have in mind, folks, the words impulsive buyer, no self-control. You know what, folks, aside from buying some munchies or snack foods, I ended up buying also three new hard-cover books. Two of them are National Geographic pictures-laden Long Road South (The Pan-American Highway) by Joseph R. Yogerst and From The Front: The Story of War by Michael S. Sweeney. The other new book is Every Other Monday (Twenty Years of Life, Lunch, Faith, and Friendship) by John Kasich. What prompted me to buy these books? Curiosity and inspiration, and love of books. And a passion to learn more as I continue living and trying to enjoy life.
At Seafood Restaurant, we ordered Seafood Fest for all of us. The menu included 12 pieces of breaded fried fish, ten pieces of fried buttered shrimps, three pieces of breaded crab meat in a shell, ten pieces of hush puppies, a plate of french fries, a pint size of coleslaw. As always, for our drinks, we had a gallon of sweet iced tea. As always, too, we have 10% discount for attending church services, on Sundays.
Once our food was served, my wife and I prayed, as always before partaking and sharing the food. While we're waiting for the two, our daughter and my sis-in-law, to arrive, we started eating since the food before us was irresistibly tempting, sumptuous, and hunger-inducing. The aroma and smell of fresh fried seafood is, undeniably, a hit for me. The fact is that most of the time when I encounter a newly-cooked food, especially if I did the cooking, my tendency is to eat already and not to wait for, say, five or ten minutes or more. That's just me, you know. Anyway, we're mid-halfway eating when the two showed up. And their plates were ready for them already. Hence, they joined us. No, we're not the only diners there. There were already older diners when we arrived there. And there were more diners arriving. No, we're not the only ones who love seafood. That's unbelievable. A lot of people, worldwide, love seafood, I do believe. Wanna bet, folks? I'm sure you guys out there love it, too.
My sis-in-law had to leave us earlier while we're still at Seafood Restaurant because of her part-time job. After giving thanks to God for the food we just shared and enjoyed, and to the ones who prepared and cooked for us, in our short payer of thanks, my wife, our daughter and I agreed to go see a) the venue or place where my wife is going to attend a two-day seminar/conference, next week, sponsored by Pearson, b) at the airport, to inquire about some travel questions, requirements, and regulations for our forthcoming or future travel somewhere, c) if they still sell or carry Virginia peanuts on their shelves at a naval (amphibious) base Commissary, and c) if we have the time, to see that church in Norfolk where our daughter will play piano for the church services there next Sunday.
As always, for long trips/driving, my wife was behind the wheels. As usual, I tried to be on the lookout while enjoying being on the passenger side. Our daughter was in the back seat. On the road, we listened to the songs/music of the American Idol season 11 top ten finalists. I don't know about you, folks, but I have bought six CDs of the American Idol Season 11 at Walmart. I don't know why I'm so in tune listening to music of and watching the AI Season 11 singers as they're currently on tour and keep on performing and entertaining people like me. I tell you, I can't wait to buy the CD album of these young talented AI singers, especially Jessica Sanchez, once their individual album comes out in stores. I'd like to see what kind of singers they are going to be. I'm talking about their forte or style, their individuality as a singer, not a mere copycat of a famous singer. That's what I mean. I've got to find out, via their yet to be released album in the future. And with this note, I wish them all the best and success in their music career. I thank God for these young talented singers/musicians for sharing their musical talents and entertaining skills to us all. May God bless them and their families always!
Well, we accomplished our major objectives yesterday. We've seen the place/building where my wife will be next week for that Pearson-sponsored conference/workshop in Virginia Beach. We've been to the Norfolk international airport where our questions were satisfactorily answered, with help from one of the customer representatives of this airline. We've bought some peanuts and groceries at the naval base Commissary. We've filled the gas tank of our car. Now, the only thing we were not able to do (because I felt so tired walking around) was to go see that church in Norfolk where our daughter will play piano for the church services there next Sunday. My wife said that that can be done for another day. I said, Amen, to that idea.
It was past five in the afternoon when we arrived home. Though tired I was, I managed to cut slices of watermelon, in nibbling sizes. And, ate some. That was a relief for me---eating sweet, seedless, succulent, red watermelon. Crispy and fresh, so refreshingly delicious watermelon. I was able to slice three big bowls of watermelon, for the family. I can't imagine what life, in summer, would it be without watermelon. Thanks to God for fresh produce or harvest. Thanks to our hardworking, indefatigable farmers. May God bless them and give them strength and stamina to continue producing and supplying us with food in our table everyday!
Yesterday was a long, but blessed and productive, Sunday for me. What about you, folks? Did you have a restful, relaxing Sunday yesterday? Hope so. Anyway, I wish you all the best in life. Take care and try to enjoy the rest of your summertime. As they say, life is too short to worry about little things. I know, yesterday is gone. Now, it's Monday, another wonderful day, another opportunity to live and enjoy life. Thanks to God, we're doing well. Amidst all what's happening around the world, let us be grateful to be alive and well. And for those brothers and sisters who didn't make it, who became victims of unfortunate circumstances, may we pray Rest in peace, brothers and sisters! Peace to everyone!
This is all for now. I do hope you've learned something (about me or anything) from my blog post today. Until next time around, my friends. Take care and have a wonderful and safe summer, everyone!-chris a. quilpa, 06August2012
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Monday, August 6, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Sunday Mass and Luncheon with Family, and Music
This weekend, I'm glad and thankful that my young adult son came home for the weekend. The last time he was home was when we had his sister's college graduation party in May, this year.
Thank you, Lord! You made it possible for our family to be together again and to be with you this Sunday. Yes, we're all together in your house of worship today. We're with you with other fellow parishioners during and after Mass. We're with you again with your Son, Jesus Christ, through our pastor, Rev. Fr. David. We listened to your Word, Dear God, and we listened to your Son's message via our pastor's homily. You told us to go in peace, make peace and spread your Word of Life and Hope with/to others who seem to be lost, abandoned, neglected, losing hope, and hapless, and helpless, and voiceless. Yes, your Beloved Son, urged us to go out, like his Twelve Apostles, to tell others out there that You are our Almighty Father, and that your Son, our Savior. You let me and my wife be of service to you today, during the administration or distribution of the Holy Communion. We looked up in the eyes to each parishioner we encountered and willing to receive the consecrated body of Jesus Christ. We prayed and praised and sang with the congregation today. We expressed our thanks to You for having our pastor with us, for allowing us to gather together and shared the Good News---that You and Jesus Christ always love us, no matter how sorry we are for our weaknesses and imperfections, that Jesus Christ, Your Beloved Son, died for us so we may have life and see light again. You inspired us that we can change for the better, and we can hope again, after all the bad things we've done to/for you through others. Yes, you let us know that you always love us, and forgive us, and give us hope and Life to continue seeking and understanding the intricacies and the mysteries of Your Existence. Thank you, Dear Almighty God, for today! And all the beauty and blessings of your goodness and generosity, and love.
After Mass, our whole family had luncheon at one of the buffet restaurants in Chesapeake. As always, we prayed before and after eating. That's to be expected, as usual. We had a good quality time, while savoring and enjoying our food. We had the time to be just together again, eating and sharing the food with/to other diners, like us. Again, I'm glad and thankful that my adult young son spent the weekend with us. He'll be back again to his work in DC this afternoon. Hopefully and prayerfully, he'll arrive there safely tonight. Of course, we miss him, as always. But, we have to let him go to do his work, to be out there where he tries his best to help and serve others, our brothers and sisters, sons and daughters who need help and inspiration, and enlightenment, and computer skills.
Back home, we're just chilling out, and trying to enjoy the present moment with the rest of the family. (As I finish writing this blog post, I'm fortunate to have the time to watch/listen to the PBS television.)
A while ago, I have been listening to a couple of American Idol 2012 finalists' songs via their CDs that I happened to purchase at Walmart last week. For my CD collection, I have with me the CDs of the following: Phillip Phillips, Jessica Sanchez, Hollie Cavanaugh, Skylar Laine, and the America Idol Season 11 Top 10 Highlights. I still need to buy Joshua Ledet's and others' in the Top Ten in another Walmart store since they don't have one in the store where I bought the CDs of those mentioned above. The truth is, this is my first time, in the history of AI that I bought CDs of those AI's singers.
I don't know about you but I do believe that music plays an important role in our quality of life. As for me, I need to listen to music to get entertained, feel good, enjoy and have fun in life. I may be right, or you agree with me, if/when I say that music can enhance the quality of life each person wants to have. Music can lift your spirit up when you're down. It can put you to relax and sleep productively. Like a cup of coffee, it can perk you up. It triggers you to be active and energetic. It can make your day so bright and gay, even if the weather outside is not perfect to your standard. It can make you laugh, when you feel blue and depressed. Yes, music is a stress-buster. And I believe that. It can make you feel young, too, even if you're in your retirement or golden age, literally. Why? Because music is a part of our life. Listening (or singing) actively to music changes our mood and we feel good/well. It helps change our outlook in life, and we become positive and more optimistic. Thus, our personality is transformed and manifested in our face such feeling of joy or happiness, and contentment.
Remember those lullabies that our mothers and/or fathers, or older sisters/brothers used to sing to us when we were babies? Those tra-la-la-la-las we listened to when we're trying to get to sleep? Now, even if you're not musically-inclined, wanna join me in belting out a smash hit in the 80s or 90s? C'mon, even if you're monotone, or out of tune, you can always try. If Phillip Phillip, or Heejun Han, can sing, you and I can, too. Are you joking? I'm not kidding! Singing can be learned, like other skills, believe me. It's just a matter of practice, you know. Agree or disagree? Okay, let's close our mouth, seal our lips and try or start humming Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do...and vice versa. If, at first you don't succeed, try again, and again...until you got it right. Now, let's listen to a song of our favorite singer/s and try to follow or copy exactly his/her way of singing. That's how those successful singers started before they became famous, I do believe. Most, if not all, of them copied the style of singing, even their voice, of their singing idol before they started to become original. Unless they have a very unusual, unique and distinct voice that no other has the same voice as theirs, per se. Singing skills can be developed, too. One way is by attending or having a formal vocal training, like some opera singers. Anyway, let's listen to music, a song that we're familiar with or have been listening for quite a time over the radio or in television. Then, we can try singing or repeating what has been sung. Or, let's do a sing-a-long. Just for fun, huh? Heard about karaoke? They have some videos on YouTube. Type karaoke and you'll be surprised to know some songs that we can practice singing, with lyrics, of course.
Well, I better sign off now, my friends, so I can listen to more music. I always go to YouTube for some of my favorite singers/artists. (Remember, I have had my previous blog posts featuring some of the singers I became familiar with, i.e., Nora Aunor, Charice Pempengco, The Lettermen, X-Factor winner Matt Cardle, David Muzio, Boyce Avenue, etc., while surfing the 'Net and exploring YouTube. Thanks, YouTube!)
Until next time around. Take care and have a wonderful day, everyone! May God bless us always!-chris a. quilpa, 15July2012
Thank you, Lord! You made it possible for our family to be together again and to be with you this Sunday. Yes, we're all together in your house of worship today. We're with you with other fellow parishioners during and after Mass. We're with you again with your Son, Jesus Christ, through our pastor, Rev. Fr. David. We listened to your Word, Dear God, and we listened to your Son's message via our pastor's homily. You told us to go in peace, make peace and spread your Word of Life and Hope with/to others who seem to be lost, abandoned, neglected, losing hope, and hapless, and helpless, and voiceless. Yes, your Beloved Son, urged us to go out, like his Twelve Apostles, to tell others out there that You are our Almighty Father, and that your Son, our Savior. You let me and my wife be of service to you today, during the administration or distribution of the Holy Communion. We looked up in the eyes to each parishioner we encountered and willing to receive the consecrated body of Jesus Christ. We prayed and praised and sang with the congregation today. We expressed our thanks to You for having our pastor with us, for allowing us to gather together and shared the Good News---that You and Jesus Christ always love us, no matter how sorry we are for our weaknesses and imperfections, that Jesus Christ, Your Beloved Son, died for us so we may have life and see light again. You inspired us that we can change for the better, and we can hope again, after all the bad things we've done to/for you through others. Yes, you let us know that you always love us, and forgive us, and give us hope and Life to continue seeking and understanding the intricacies and the mysteries of Your Existence. Thank you, Dear Almighty God, for today! And all the beauty and blessings of your goodness and generosity, and love.
After Mass, our whole family had luncheon at one of the buffet restaurants in Chesapeake. As always, we prayed before and after eating. That's to be expected, as usual. We had a good quality time, while savoring and enjoying our food. We had the time to be just together again, eating and sharing the food with/to other diners, like us. Again, I'm glad and thankful that my adult young son spent the weekend with us. He'll be back again to his work in DC this afternoon. Hopefully and prayerfully, he'll arrive there safely tonight. Of course, we miss him, as always. But, we have to let him go to do his work, to be out there where he tries his best to help and serve others, our brothers and sisters, sons and daughters who need help and inspiration, and enlightenment, and computer skills.
Back home, we're just chilling out, and trying to enjoy the present moment with the rest of the family. (As I finish writing this blog post, I'm fortunate to have the time to watch/listen to the PBS television.)
A while ago, I have been listening to a couple of American Idol 2012 finalists' songs via their CDs that I happened to purchase at Walmart last week. For my CD collection, I have with me the CDs of the following: Phillip Phillips, Jessica Sanchez, Hollie Cavanaugh, Skylar Laine, and the America Idol Season 11 Top 10 Highlights. I still need to buy Joshua Ledet's and others' in the Top Ten in another Walmart store since they don't have one in the store where I bought the CDs of those mentioned above. The truth is, this is my first time, in the history of AI that I bought CDs of those AI's singers.
I don't know about you but I do believe that music plays an important role in our quality of life. As for me, I need to listen to music to get entertained, feel good, enjoy and have fun in life. I may be right, or you agree with me, if/when I say that music can enhance the quality of life each person wants to have. Music can lift your spirit up when you're down. It can put you to relax and sleep productively. Like a cup of coffee, it can perk you up. It triggers you to be active and energetic. It can make your day so bright and gay, even if the weather outside is not perfect to your standard. It can make you laugh, when you feel blue and depressed. Yes, music is a stress-buster. And I believe that. It can make you feel young, too, even if you're in your retirement or golden age, literally. Why? Because music is a part of our life. Listening (or singing) actively to music changes our mood and we feel good/well. It helps change our outlook in life, and we become positive and more optimistic. Thus, our personality is transformed and manifested in our face such feeling of joy or happiness, and contentment.
Remember those lullabies that our mothers and/or fathers, or older sisters/brothers used to sing to us when we were babies? Those tra-la-la-la-las we listened to when we're trying to get to sleep? Now, even if you're not musically-inclined, wanna join me in belting out a smash hit in the 80s or 90s? C'mon, even if you're monotone, or out of tune, you can always try. If Phillip Phillip, or Heejun Han, can sing, you and I can, too. Are you joking? I'm not kidding! Singing can be learned, like other skills, believe me. It's just a matter of practice, you know. Agree or disagree? Okay, let's close our mouth, seal our lips and try or start humming Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do...and vice versa. If, at first you don't succeed, try again, and again...until you got it right. Now, let's listen to a song of our favorite singer/s and try to follow or copy exactly his/her way of singing. That's how those successful singers started before they became famous, I do believe. Most, if not all, of them copied the style of singing, even their voice, of their singing idol before they started to become original. Unless they have a very unusual, unique and distinct voice that no other has the same voice as theirs, per se. Singing skills can be developed, too. One way is by attending or having a formal vocal training, like some opera singers. Anyway, let's listen to music, a song that we're familiar with or have been listening for quite a time over the radio or in television. Then, we can try singing or repeating what has been sung. Or, let's do a sing-a-long. Just for fun, huh? Heard about karaoke? They have some videos on YouTube. Type karaoke and you'll be surprised to know some songs that we can practice singing, with lyrics, of course.
Well, I better sign off now, my friends, so I can listen to more music. I always go to YouTube for some of my favorite singers/artists. (Remember, I have had my previous blog posts featuring some of the singers I became familiar with, i.e., Nora Aunor, Charice Pempengco, The Lettermen, X-Factor winner Matt Cardle, David Muzio, Boyce Avenue, etc., while surfing the 'Net and exploring YouTube. Thanks, YouTube!)
Until next time around. Take care and have a wonderful day, everyone! May God bless us always!-chris a. quilpa, 15July2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
On Our First Sunday Mass with Fr. Chris, Lunch Buffet at "Kainan"
As heatwave continues to reign over the eastern part of the United States, and elsewhere, we have no recourse but to seek relief in cool, air-conditioned, places like staying at home, going to the library, mall, in our respective church where we attend/participate liturgical services. That's what my wife, sis-in-law, daughter, and I did this morning.
We did attend the 9:30 Sunday Mass, with our new parochial vicar, Fr. Chris, officiating. FYI, he's just been ordained a Catholic priest lately. (I miss Rev. Fr. Jarek! Hope and pray he's doing very well in Radford.) Now, though my wife and I are not scheduled today to volunteer as Extraordinary Ministers for Holy Communion (EMHC), I was asked, prior to the start of the Mass, by Peter, a fellow parishioner of St. Paul's, if I'm available to do the Host D for him, that is, giving/administering the Holy Eucharist or the "Body" of Christ to our members of our church's choir. He's the one scheduled for today but said that he's doing the collection (of gifts from parishioners). But, of course, I'm always ready and available for Jesus. I didn't have any problem with that so I said "yes" to him. And that's what I did. I had to wait, though, for the choir (to finish their communion song) before administering each member the "Body of Christ." I always feel so holy, I thinks, and honored, and fortunate to do this activity for Jesus, through others. Thank you, Lord, and thank you, Jesus, for the opportunity of serving you, even in small way.
After Mass, my family had the chance to handshake and "welcome" Fr. Chris as our new parochial vicar, as other parishioners did the same. He seemed cool and reserved, though. First impression of him, while he was delivering the homily or sermon: He did it, not on the pulpit, but in front of us, close to the pews. He probably wanted to be close to us, to connect with us. He's likened to a teacher or a lecturer walking side by side. Like others, I have to move my head slowly from left to right, following him talking to us, discussing or explaining today's Gospel readings (from St. Mark 6: 1-6) which is summed up this way: Jesus began to teach in his home synagogue. The people, knowing Mary and Joseph, came to understand the wisdom Jesus shows and Jesus tells them: "No prophet is without honor except in his native place."
Outside, air was dry and hot and humid. No doubt, we can feel the heat already. As we gather, or shall I say congregate, in small groups, at the facade of St. Paul's Catholic Church, as we usually do, after Mass, we had a short conversation with our friends Mike and Myrna who brought their soon-to-be one-year old granddaughter Emily to the Mass. Like me, I suppose they're enjoying their retirement. On the other hand, other parishioners were still there, too, engaging in friendly chat with their friends, too. Then, we bid each other goodbye.
Where did we head to, after Mass? We decided to have lunch in a Filipino restaurant in Virginia Beach. But first, we drove to a gas station where we fill up the tank of our "oldie but goodie" Avalon XL.
Arriving at the "Kainan" Restaurant, we're delighted to see a busy, vibrant eatery with lots of diners already having luncheon. It was like a feast! Yes, we had a lunch buffet, courtesy of my sis-in-law. Lots of food, eat all you can, that is. (I didn't know that they serve lunch buffet there on Sundays, since that was our first time to have it there. But we have been there before, like the past Christmas, where we ordered or bought rice cakes and other dessert goodies by the trays.) While almost done eating (my dessert), there was an abrupt power outage there. OMG, despite the fact that we're full, we're getting restless and uncomfortable. We had to finish our dessert quick so we could leave the place that's becoming warm around. But then came back the power. Thanks to God!
What's next for us? Well, we drove back North, close to our place. We stopped by at a Dollar Tree store to buy Sunday's copy of The Virginian-Pilot. We also bought some books.
Then, drove back home where it's comfy and cold. Home again, this time. Thanks to God. We're good, and cool, I guess.
Until next time around, folks. Thank you for your time. Here's wishing you a fun-filled, but safe, summer! Take care and enjoy the season. Keep, or maintain, your cool, everyone!-chris a. quilpa, 08July2012.
We did attend the 9:30 Sunday Mass, with our new parochial vicar, Fr. Chris, officiating. FYI, he's just been ordained a Catholic priest lately. (I miss Rev. Fr. Jarek! Hope and pray he's doing very well in Radford.) Now, though my wife and I are not scheduled today to volunteer as Extraordinary Ministers for Holy Communion (EMHC), I was asked, prior to the start of the Mass, by Peter, a fellow parishioner of St. Paul's, if I'm available to do the Host D for him, that is, giving/administering the Holy Eucharist or the "Body" of Christ to our members of our church's choir. He's the one scheduled for today but said that he's doing the collection (of gifts from parishioners). But, of course, I'm always ready and available for Jesus. I didn't have any problem with that so I said "yes" to him. And that's what I did. I had to wait, though, for the choir (to finish their communion song) before administering each member the "Body of Christ." I always feel so holy, I thinks, and honored, and fortunate to do this activity for Jesus, through others. Thank you, Lord, and thank you, Jesus, for the opportunity of serving you, even in small way.
After Mass, my family had the chance to handshake and "welcome" Fr. Chris as our new parochial vicar, as other parishioners did the same. He seemed cool and reserved, though. First impression of him, while he was delivering the homily or sermon: He did it, not on the pulpit, but in front of us, close to the pews. He probably wanted to be close to us, to connect with us. He's likened to a teacher or a lecturer walking side by side. Like others, I have to move my head slowly from left to right, following him talking to us, discussing or explaining today's Gospel readings (from St. Mark 6: 1-6) which is summed up this way: Jesus began to teach in his home synagogue. The people, knowing Mary and Joseph, came to understand the wisdom Jesus shows and Jesus tells them: "No prophet is without honor except in his native place."
Outside, air was dry and hot and humid. No doubt, we can feel the heat already. As we gather, or shall I say congregate, in small groups, at the facade of St. Paul's Catholic Church, as we usually do, after Mass, we had a short conversation with our friends Mike and Myrna who brought their soon-to-be one-year old granddaughter Emily to the Mass. Like me, I suppose they're enjoying their retirement. On the other hand, other parishioners were still there, too, engaging in friendly chat with their friends, too. Then, we bid each other goodbye.
Where did we head to, after Mass? We decided to have lunch in a Filipino restaurant in Virginia Beach. But first, we drove to a gas station where we fill up the tank of our "oldie but goodie" Avalon XL.
Arriving at the "Kainan" Restaurant, we're delighted to see a busy, vibrant eatery with lots of diners already having luncheon. It was like a feast! Yes, we had a lunch buffet, courtesy of my sis-in-law. Lots of food, eat all you can, that is. (I didn't know that they serve lunch buffet there on Sundays, since that was our first time to have it there. But we have been there before, like the past Christmas, where we ordered or bought rice cakes and other dessert goodies by the trays.) While almost done eating (my dessert), there was an abrupt power outage there. OMG, despite the fact that we're full, we're getting restless and uncomfortable. We had to finish our dessert quick so we could leave the place that's becoming warm around. But then came back the power. Thanks to God!
What's next for us? Well, we drove back North, close to our place. We stopped by at a Dollar Tree store to buy Sunday's copy of The Virginian-Pilot. We also bought some books.
Then, drove back home where it's comfy and cold. Home again, this time. Thanks to God. We're good, and cool, I guess.
Until next time around, folks. Thank you for your time. Here's wishing you a fun-filled, but safe, summer! Take care and enjoy the season. Keep, or maintain, your cool, everyone!-chris a. quilpa, 08July2012.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Rev. Pastor's Homily, Blessing of New Car, Et cetera
In his homily during Sunday's Mass yesterday, our Rev. Pastor talked about what each of us, parishioners, can do if and when we love one another. He said that all of us are capable of being generous, merciful, compassionate, kind, and loving.
As volunteer Extraordinary Ministers for Holy Communion (EMHC), my wife and I were scheduled or assigned to distribute host to our fellow parishioners at Sunday's Mass yesterday. Before the Mass ended, my sister-in-law, my wife and I, and our daughter had to leave the church early to the point that we didn't wait for Rev. Pastor's final blessings. The reason being was that our daughter was scheduled to play the piano for a church service in a Methodist Church in Norfolk at eleven in the morning. (She gets paid $40-$50 for the whole service.) We have exactly thirty minutes to arrive at our destination. My wife did the driving, as always the case for a place that we're not familiar with. I do the "navigating", sort of. But with help of GPS, of course. We're glad that we arrived five minutes before eleven. As "visitor-guests" of the church, we were graciously welcome by the church members there who were mostly senior citizens. We did participate in the service, even though we're Catholics or of different religious affiliation. We prayed and sang with them. We also listened to their pastor. After the service, they thanked us for being with them. We did the same, for allowing and having given us the opportunity to experience attending their church service.
We left Norfolk after the church service. My wife thought of driving to the other clustered Catholic parish to catch up with our Rev. Pastor if he was the one officiating the Mass there at eleven fifteen. Arriving there on the church's ground, we noticed that the parking lot was full. Meaning the Mass isn't over yet. Actually, it was almost done because it was already 12:10 p.m. (Normally, regular Sunday Mass ends in an hour or less. My sis-in-law, my wife and our daughter got out of the car, went to see our pastor and request if he can bless our daughter's new car (our graduation gift for her). I remained sitting there in the car. While waiting, I saw the parishioners coming out of the church, in twos or threes or fours, and going to their respective cars on the parking lot. That means that the Mass has just ended. After a few minutes, my wife cautioned me to drive the car closer to the front of the church. There they were, with our parochial vicar, Rev. Fr. Jarek. (We'll surely miss Fr. Jarek when he transfer to his next parish assignment this last week of June. He's such a sweet, always jolly, approachable priest; very down-to-earth, people-person and, no doubt, true and faithful disciple of Jesus, in my observation. May God bless and keep him always!
He did bless our daughter's new car graciously, without hesitation at all. We even had some pictures taken while he was blessing the car. We had a group picture, too. he didn't mind at all, when we asked him. Afterwards, we sincerely thanked him then extended our invitation for lunch and our daughter's graduation party last weekend of this month. He said he'd love to attend but he doesn't know his schedule. "We'll see," he said. "I don't know my schedule next week. We'll see, okay?" he added.
Lunchtime came. Since it's Mother's Day, I'd love to treat my wife to a fine restaurant. But, my sis-in-law's schedule didn't allow us to dine at a buffet restaurant. She has work at one p.m. That's why we just ate lunch at Seafood Restaurant that's near her part-time job. After lunch, we drove our sis-in-law to her work.
Our daughter, my wife and I drove around until we decided to go to Furniture Store. (My wife and I have been planning lately to go shopping for something for our living room, that's why.) So that's what we did. We did go to two furniture stores: one in a military store and the other, civilian. Finally, we ended up at this civilian Furniture Store where we purchased a sectional (yet to be delivered next week) for our living room. Yes, folks, timing is everything. And, in our case, we're just hoping that all the stuff we're doing in and out of the house will be ready in time for our daughter's graduation party in our house.
Well, friends, this is all for now. Thank you for your time. Until next time around. Take care and Have a wonderful day, everyone!-chris a. quilpa, 14May 2012.
As volunteer Extraordinary Ministers for Holy Communion (EMHC), my wife and I were scheduled or assigned to distribute host to our fellow parishioners at Sunday's Mass yesterday. Before the Mass ended, my sister-in-law, my wife and I, and our daughter had to leave the church early to the point that we didn't wait for Rev. Pastor's final blessings. The reason being was that our daughter was scheduled to play the piano for a church service in a Methodist Church in Norfolk at eleven in the morning. (She gets paid $40-$50 for the whole service.) We have exactly thirty minutes to arrive at our destination. My wife did the driving, as always the case for a place that we're not familiar with. I do the "navigating", sort of. But with help of GPS, of course. We're glad that we arrived five minutes before eleven. As "visitor-guests" of the church, we were graciously welcome by the church members there who were mostly senior citizens. We did participate in the service, even though we're Catholics or of different religious affiliation. We prayed and sang with them. We also listened to their pastor. After the service, they thanked us for being with them. We did the same, for allowing and having given us the opportunity to experience attending their church service.
We left Norfolk after the church service. My wife thought of driving to the other clustered Catholic parish to catch up with our Rev. Pastor if he was the one officiating the Mass there at eleven fifteen. Arriving there on the church's ground, we noticed that the parking lot was full. Meaning the Mass isn't over yet. Actually, it was almost done because it was already 12:10 p.m. (Normally, regular Sunday Mass ends in an hour or less. My sis-in-law, my wife and our daughter got out of the car, went to see our pastor and request if he can bless our daughter's new car (our graduation gift for her). I remained sitting there in the car. While waiting, I saw the parishioners coming out of the church, in twos or threes or fours, and going to their respective cars on the parking lot. That means that the Mass has just ended. After a few minutes, my wife cautioned me to drive the car closer to the front of the church. There they were, with our parochial vicar, Rev. Fr. Jarek. (We'll surely miss Fr. Jarek when he transfer to his next parish assignment this last week of June. He's such a sweet, always jolly, approachable priest; very down-to-earth, people-person and, no doubt, true and faithful disciple of Jesus, in my observation. May God bless and keep him always!
He did bless our daughter's new car graciously, without hesitation at all. We even had some pictures taken while he was blessing the car. We had a group picture, too. he didn't mind at all, when we asked him. Afterwards, we sincerely thanked him then extended our invitation for lunch and our daughter's graduation party last weekend of this month. He said he'd love to attend but he doesn't know his schedule. "We'll see," he said. "I don't know my schedule next week. We'll see, okay?" he added.
Lunchtime came. Since it's Mother's Day, I'd love to treat my wife to a fine restaurant. But, my sis-in-law's schedule didn't allow us to dine at a buffet restaurant. She has work at one p.m. That's why we just ate lunch at Seafood Restaurant that's near her part-time job. After lunch, we drove our sis-in-law to her work.
Our daughter, my wife and I drove around until we decided to go to Furniture Store. (My wife and I have been planning lately to go shopping for something for our living room, that's why.) So that's what we did. We did go to two furniture stores: one in a military store and the other, civilian. Finally, we ended up at this civilian Furniture Store where we purchased a sectional (yet to be delivered next week) for our living room. Yes, folks, timing is everything. And, in our case, we're just hoping that all the stuff we're doing in and out of the house will be ready in time for our daughter's graduation party in our house.
Well, friends, this is all for now. Thank you for your time. Until next time around. Take care and Have a wonderful day, everyone!-chris a. quilpa, 14May 2012.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
What A "Shady" Yet Spiritually-Uplifting Sunday For Me!
Sunday today. It's time to give thanks to God for all the benefits and blessings we've received and continue to receive. Time to go to church to attend/participate in the Mass, and receive Jesus through the sacrament of the Holy Eucharist. And, time to chill out, relax and rest, and live and enjoy life while we can, even if the weather is wintry cold, cloudy, drizzly and "shady" over Hampton Roads.
Yes, my friends, it's Sunday in English,"Sontag" in German, "Zondag" in Dutch, "Domenica" in Italian, "Dimanche" in French, "Domingo" in Spanish and Ilokano, and "Linggo" in Filipino. For Sunday in other languages, I didn't bother to find out. That would be your HW (homework), folks. Just kidding!
After my morning routine, I don't know what got me before 8 AM that I found myself logging on to my laptop computer. And visited Facebook. Thanks to God that I found myself watching an embedded video on YouTube about this Columbia Catholic Ministry. I ended up watching and listening to Columbia University's Fr. Dan O'Reilly's weekly update presentations. His were informative and educational, and inspirational, to me. I thank God for the opportunity to have learned something this morning.
Well, as I've indicated on the first paragraph, I think of Sunday, first and foremost, as a day to go to church to be in communion with my faith community. That's what my sis-in-law, my wife, and I did this morning at nine thirty, Eastern Standard Time. Our clustered parish pastor/priest, Rev. Fr. David officiated the Mass that has just started as soon as we arrived in church. (We were a little bit late, by two-three minutes probably.)
As usual, we all participated in the praying and praising and singing to our Almighty Father-God, and Jesus our Saviour. And serving for God. The last one was unexpected this morning but I didn't hesitate to say "Yes, I'm ever ready to serve you, God" and He let me be when called upon by Fr. David to serve as Extraordinary Minister for Holy Communion. (FYI: As regular member-parishioners of our church, St. Paul's Catholic, my wife and I have been volunteers as EMHC for years, and myself as volunteer Lector. We we're not scheduled for any assignment today but always available to fill in when someone or fellow EMHC doesn't show up.)
Before the Holy Communion rite, I was a bit apprehensive and perplexed, at first, when our pastor gave me that "come here" signal to join the complete eight EMHC on the altar. So without any hesitation, I joined the group to the altar. I was puzzled being an extra EMHC in the group. It was only after receiving Jesus, and about to give or distribute to our parishioners the "host" or "Body of Christ" that I found out that Fr. David has sort of colds or is not feeling well, he said. That's understandable, for health reasons. That's why he assigned me to take his place distributing or giving out the host or the Body of Christ to our fellow parishioners.
After the Mass, Fr. David thanked me for stepping up for him. I said, "no problem, Father. Anytime." You know, folks, I felt so good and at ease at that moment while serving our fellow parishioners. It was such a wonderful feeling! Please don't misconstrue me if I tell you, folks, that my spirituality was uplifted that moment when Jesus in the person of Fr. David called me and I went to do wholeheartedly what he wanted me to do. My point is that we, as good Christians and/or followers of Christ, have to be always ready and available to serve when called upon.
I'm aware that I'm a sinner but, God knows, I'm trying to do what He wills me to do every day of my life. I'm inspired to be good and to do good for Jesus's sake. I try to please everyone without hurting anyone. In short, I try to be a good Christian, available and ready for others, when needed, without any condition or reservation. And, I'm sort of that person trying to live the present moment well. That's me, humbly and simply.
Well, now, where did we go after the Mass? We decided to go to NEX/Commissary to have lunch at a Subway restaurant there, courtesy of my sis-in-law. (As always, we prayed before and after lunch.) I had a foot-long sandwich of egg and bacon with fresh vegetables, no salad dressing. And, a cup of coffee with cream and sugar, and a cup of water, no ice cubes in it. (I only ate half of it for lunch, saved the other half for my dinner.) For my wife and my sis-in-law, they had the same sandwich as mine, except that they had salad dressing, and iced tea. They also saved half of their sandwich for dinner. Before I forget, we had pictures taken while at Subway's.
After lunch, we walked our way to the main NEX store. There I ended up buying charger batteries for our cameras and sets of DVDs (History of the United States Navy, Pacific Battlefront, and The World in Conflict). From there, we proceeded to the Commissary. But we didn't spend that much this time because I had bought groceries from there two-three days ago?
So cold and chilly outside as we walked out to our car in the open parking lot! Folks, don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining at all for it's the season---wintertime, you know! As you see (from our photos), I did try to dress up for the weather. Over here in Hampton Roads, the weather isn't that bad, compared to other cities or counties. On the other hand, other parts of the country are having wintery blast, snowstorm, such unpleasant weather conditions.
On our way back home, my wife and I dropped by a Dollar Tree store, in a neighboring city, to buy Sunday's The Virginian-Pilot edition and other stuff. I bought myself a new hard-cover book about Tuna: A Love Story by Richard Ellis. (Don't know why but I tell you, I have this fascination with books.)
At the open cemented parking lot, I was delighted to see these two seagulls on the ground that I decided to take a photo of them. I wondered if they feel cold. They seemed to be okay out there.
At home, in the kitchen, my wife did put away some of the grocery items from the Commissary.
We had a couple of photos taken before we settled down.
Then, I did read some selected news articles aloud while my wife was checking at the ads for coupons. I intentionally read aloud with hope that she benefits from it. In between our conversation, we agreed that I have to turn up the heat two degrees to 70. That's a mutual agreement between me and my wife who usually does her schoolwork in the kitchen. Then, after that I went upstairs in our room to get my laptop. Back downstairs, I started writing my blog. Eventually I decided to continue it upstairs in our room while watching TV about that NFL game in San Francisco between NY Giants and SF 49ers. I've had several interruptions doing my blog, you know. It's really kinda hard to concentrate doing two things at the same time. But I tried to manage it. I've been all ears to the TV while my eyes were on the computer. NY Giants beat SF 49ers. Score was 20-17. The NY Giants will face off the New England Patriots in the XLVI Super Bowl on February 5 in Indianapolis, Indiana.
Okay, friends, I've got to stop here now. Thanks for your time with me. Until next time around. Good night!
-chris a. quilpa, 22Jan2012
Yes, my friends, it's Sunday in English,"Sontag" in German, "Zondag" in Dutch, "Domenica" in Italian, "Dimanche" in French, "Domingo" in Spanish and Ilokano, and "Linggo" in Filipino. For Sunday in other languages, I didn't bother to find out. That would be your HW (homework), folks. Just kidding!
After my morning routine, I don't know what got me before 8 AM that I found myself logging on to my laptop computer. And visited Facebook. Thanks to God that I found myself watching an embedded video on YouTube about this Columbia Catholic Ministry. I ended up watching and listening to Columbia University's Fr. Dan O'Reilly's weekly update presentations. His were informative and educational, and inspirational, to me. I thank God for the opportunity to have learned something this morning.
Well, as I've indicated on the first paragraph, I think of Sunday, first and foremost, as a day to go to church to be in communion with my faith community. That's what my sis-in-law, my wife, and I did this morning at nine thirty, Eastern Standard Time. Our clustered parish pastor/priest, Rev. Fr. David officiated the Mass that has just started as soon as we arrived in church. (We were a little bit late, by two-three minutes probably.)As usual, we all participated in the praying and praising and singing to our Almighty Father-God, and Jesus our Saviour. And serving for God. The last one was unexpected this morning but I didn't hesitate to say "Yes, I'm ever ready to serve you, God" and He let me be when called upon by Fr. David to serve as Extraordinary Minister for Holy Communion. (FYI: As regular member-parishioners of our church, St. Paul's Catholic, my wife and I have been volunteers as EMHC for years, and myself as volunteer Lector. We we're not scheduled for any assignment today but always available to fill in when someone or fellow EMHC doesn't show up.)
Before the Holy Communion rite, I was a bit apprehensive and perplexed, at first, when our pastor gave me that "come here" signal to join the complete eight EMHC on the altar. So without any hesitation, I joined the group to the altar. I was puzzled being an extra EMHC in the group. It was only after receiving Jesus, and about to give or distribute to our parishioners the "host" or "Body of Christ" that I found out that Fr. David has sort of colds or is not feeling well, he said. That's understandable, for health reasons. That's why he assigned me to take his place distributing or giving out the host or the Body of Christ to our fellow parishioners.
After the Mass, Fr. David thanked me for stepping up for him. I said, "no problem, Father. Anytime." You know, folks, I felt so good and at ease at that moment while serving our fellow parishioners. It was such a wonderful feeling! Please don't misconstrue me if I tell you, folks, that my spirituality was uplifted that moment when Jesus in the person of Fr. David called me and I went to do wholeheartedly what he wanted me to do. My point is that we, as good Christians and/or followers of Christ, have to be always ready and available to serve when called upon.
I'm aware that I'm a sinner but, God knows, I'm trying to do what He wills me to do every day of my life. I'm inspired to be good and to do good for Jesus's sake. I try to please everyone without hurting anyone. In short, I try to be a good Christian, available and ready for others, when needed, without any condition or reservation. And, I'm sort of that person trying to live the present moment well. That's me, humbly and simply.
So cold and chilly outside as we walked out to our car in the open parking lot! Folks, don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining at all for it's the season---wintertime, you know! As you see (from our photos), I did try to dress up for the weather. Over here in Hampton Roads, the weather isn't that bad, compared to other cities or counties. On the other hand, other parts of the country are having wintery blast, snowstorm, such unpleasant weather conditions.
On our way back home, my wife and I dropped by a Dollar Tree store, in a neighboring city, to buy Sunday's The Virginian-Pilot edition and other stuff. I bought myself a new hard-cover book about Tuna: A Love Story by Richard Ellis. (Don't know why but I tell you, I have this fascination with books.)
At home, in the kitchen, my wife did put away some of the grocery items from the Commissary.
We had a couple of photos taken before we settled down.
Then, I did read some selected news articles aloud while my wife was checking at the ads for coupons. I intentionally read aloud with hope that she benefits from it. In between our conversation, we agreed that I have to turn up the heat two degrees to 70. That's a mutual agreement between me and my wife who usually does her schoolwork in the kitchen. Then, after that I went upstairs in our room to get my laptop. Back downstairs, I started writing my blog. Eventually I decided to continue it upstairs in our room while watching TV about that NFL game in San Francisco between NY Giants and SF 49ers. I've had several interruptions doing my blog, you know. It's really kinda hard to concentrate doing two things at the same time. But I tried to manage it. I've been all ears to the TV while my eyes were on the computer. NY Giants beat SF 49ers. Score was 20-17. The NY Giants will face off the New England Patriots in the XLVI Super Bowl on February 5 in Indianapolis, Indiana.
Okay, friends, I've got to stop here now. Thanks for your time with me. Until next time around. Good night!
-chris a. quilpa, 22Jan2012
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