Monday, February 11, 2013

Symptoms of a greater malady


By Teresa R. Tunay, OCDS  

Judging by the headlines these days, so much is happening around the world which seems to say that human life is getting cheaper and cheaper by the day.   Teenagers going on a shooting rampage on campuses, killing scores of schoolmates and children.  Desperate fathers and mothers killing their children and then themselves.  Jealous husbands shooting their wives and then committing suicide.  Angry women killing their partners over unsatisfying sex.  Fetuses found in odd places, mostly females ones in certain countries.
            In our own backyard, the life-is-cheap trend seems to be on the rise, too. Motorcycling gunmen riding in tandem go almost scot-free as the number of unsolved cases rise.  Politics-related murders are almost taken for granted.  The Atimonan ambush, formerly labeled a “shootout”, remains a mystery as authorities drag their feet in coming up with explanations.
            These are not mere headlines, especially when viewed through a web of recent developments in Philippine legislation.  Diminishing regard for human life as demonstrated by the escalating shooting/killing incidents  (war related ones still excluded) is a worldwide phenomenon, of which a “reproductive health” law  institutionalizing a contraceptive mentality is but an offshoot.  They are both symptoms of a greater malady—a megalomaniac mental set that denies God as giver of life.   Massacres and murders, whether committed by minors or hired killers, can all be traced back to some kind of mental illness—it matters little if such mental illness is caused by depression, greed, or lust for power.  A man divorced from God follows a broken inner compass.
            My question now is: are our public servants following a broken inner compass?  The Freedom of Information (FOI) bill has been shelved anew, making a mockery of a presidential campaign promise made three years ago to “prioritize it.”  House Speaker Feliciano Belmonte, Jr. and Majority Leader Neptali Gonzales II could have done their duty to hasten up its passing, but they did not.  President Noynoy could have certified it as urgent, thereby fulfilling his promise, but he did not.  Why?  More debates needed, it was reported.  They cut short debates on the RH Bill, but are now delaying FOI’s passage.  With the FOI practically dead, how can we find out how the reproductive health program will be implemented, how its mammoth budget (from taxpayer’s money) will be spent, what its supporters will say and do to brainwash the trusting masses. 
            FOI was the ordinary citizen’s hope for transparent governance.  And it’s not just about the RH program.  We have every right to know, for instance, how our leaders deal with foreign governments on our behalf, on cases like, for example, China’s encroachment on Philippine territory, or the United States’ illegal entry into our marine sanctuary.  Both cases threaten to deprive future generations of Filipinos of nature’s abundance that is rightfully theirs.  But with the FOI frozen, the truth will be accessed only by those in power, the masses will be left with no choice but to hope despite their doubts. 
            Representing the majority of Filipino believers in God, the Catholic Church stands as the people’s biggest hope for truth and justice to prevail, the greatest witness to the Living God moving in man’s affairs.  The enemies of Life and Truth, well equipped to propagate falsehood, are having a heyday boosting Church bashers.  The Catholic Church in the Philippines stands at the crossroads now.  This reminds me of a verse from Jeremiah, “…Stand at the crossroads and look, ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it…”   To my mind, the imitation of Christ is one ancient path, one that we should follow if we must mature in our faith and bear fruit as authentic Christians.  And following Christ demands, most of all, that we embrace His Cross.  And that’s the truth.

Kiko and Lean

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