That thought-provoking quote from Arrival leads me to link it with the war against drugs, which the current Philippine administration is waging in our nation. Yes, it’s an all-out, dirty war. There’s a death toll, of course, not to mention the accompanying fear, distress, and suffering. In all these, young people have been among those severely affected — in the price being paid.
The Price of the Drug War — Part 1
I had my second viewing of the remarkable 2016 sci-fi movie Arrival. That was recently, when I used it as a “reflection trigger” for a semi-directed retreat I gave for an engaged couple preparing for their wedding day. I noted the nuances of the film with more intensity this time, with its many layers opening up for analysis, reflection, and interpretation.
August 26, 2017. I must say it was a red-letter day, for me at least. Two significant events, all in one day. Linking both is something about two men of the cloth: Filipino Catholic bishops.
Once again I sit multitasking at my office desk. Which necessarily includes going over my FB News Feed, even just in the “background.” But suddenly, I am completely stalled. No, not again — I think to myself. I am stopped and stuck in my tracks, in a state of shock, sadness, and anger. Another teenager has been killed. I don’t even need to go to further details…
The accompanying photo for this blog post is that of a wood carving depicting the Good Shepherd. I received it as a souvenir, back in 2008 during our congregation’s 26th General Chapter in Rome. It’s actually from the Holy Land, carved out of olive wood. However (from the aesthetic point of view), it didn’t really strike me then. In fact, even until now. Nevertheless, for some strange reason, I still keep this wood carving with me.