I returned to my homeland this past January to bury a brother, the elder and leader of our growing clan since our parents died some 20 years ago. Someone reminded him that it's prostrate fall, not prostate. Humor comforted us even in the midst of Many's death.
Life is a joy.
The resurrection faith enables us to rise above our fears and the terror of cancer. I started doing ministry in 1961 after graduation from the seminary. I went on a pilgrimage, returning to the homeland where I visited the barrios of my early childhood years. I wanted to reconnect with my past, where it all began for me. I visited the remote place where the family evacuated during World War II, in an abandoned house, now gone.