Wednesday, February 27, 2008

God Can Do More: A Critique on Hartshorne's Process God

Have we not been fascinated when we were so young, that our parents know so much and can do so many things? Weren’t they the first person we run into to ask questions we do not know? Yet, as we got older, we come to realize the grips of this faulty logic, especially when we start to ask them more challenging questions and even ask them to do a more challenging, if not impossible tasks.

This has also been my growth experience as regards my view about God.

As held by the classical theists, I believed in a God who is all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-good. When I was young, I had this experience when my mother instilled in me that fear of God who punishes bad children. I have read in the bible how God has been in control to the events of people, sending aid and privileges when He gets pleased, while casting punishments when disgruntled. The idea of a God who is perfect presented to me a God who knows everything: whether past, present or future, thoughts and desires, and even what is unsaid. It would seem proper of a God who is all-powerful to be all-knowing. And, God is God because He is all-good, merciful and loving, as embodied by Jesus in the Gospels. This has been my initial view about God. And I admit that I got satisfied and awestruck in this belief.

As I grew older and got to immerse myself more into the realities of life, I could not but help myself to ask deeper questions, even bolder ones, questions that could even shake one’s faith if I am not too careful, questions like, “Why?” With all the attributes I knew of God, why the suffering in the world? Often, I would interpret it as a form of punishment from God for people who have not been good or faithful. Yet, my eyes did not fail to see good, honest and virtuous people who suffer. I could not decipher what was in the mind of God. Has He gotten to do anything with these? Are these part of what we call as His Divine plan?

Indeed, it is so disturbing to think about the many evil in the world face to face with a God whom we used to cling on amidst these difficulties. With the cries of injustices around us, I tend to ask, “what is God doing?” And it is even more disturbing for me to go and to catechize students in public schools whose refrain of question is: “is God fair?” considering their sad plight in being poor vis-à-vis the cruel people getting richer all the more.

Classical theism, in defending God’s absolute simplicity, infinity, omnipotence and providence, seem to find itself irreconcilable with the problem of evil. What is God’s relation as regards evil? How accountable or responsible is He from the fact that everything as seen by Him and controlled by Him are in accordance to His Divine Plan?

Yet, that is not all. God as all-Good is also claimed as God who is loving. We even identified God as Love Himself. But if truly God loves, how does a lover respond to this object of His love who suffers? If He is not affected , what seems to be the LOVE that is? What kind of LOVE is that He is showing?

As Hartshorne’s Process God is being presented in class, these questions were gradually addressed. I was opened to the probability that God may be absolute-relative in His desire to relate to every man. God is seen here as a lover who gets affected by his loved one. And so God feels. This is consoling. That in the midst of man’s suffering, God is not simply detached and unaffected, but He indeed wails and cries with us. It is in this great love that God gave the greatest gift of a lover to the loved one: his or her freedom. Consequently, this respect for freedom bound His hands to never directly intervene in the affairs of men in a sense that He should be in control. And since men have their freedom, the course of events rested on their shoulders. Even God gets to be excited as he awaits for what could ever come about. Yet this does not diminish the value of God’s omniscience. He has perfect knowledge, but that the future which is not yet here, not yet existing, is not yet known. Consequently, when things do happen, that would not be taken as God’s will, but that, it just happened. Even for God, it would seem that “Life,” from the words of the great philosopher Forrest Gump, “is a box of chocolate. You never know what you’re gonna get.”

Hartshorne’s Process God works not by compulsion nor by coercion, but by persuasion. Indeed, it is morally admirable for someone to guide, to influence, to give cues rather than to command. This divine lure is what God can most do, given the circumstance of His respect for man’s freedom, so that everything may be brought into goodness, or into what Hartshorne termed as “maximal value.”

It would seem that the Process God have liberated Himself from the pointing-finger of the problem of evil. More so, it highlights a very impressive essence of God which is love. It also emphasizes the freedom of man which God values and respects.

Having presented these two views: both the classical and the process God, I know it has been very obvious in the way of my presentation where my inclination would tend to. In presenting my position, I’d like to share this little account.

I had a dream. I dreamt one night that I had a son. He looked just like me and he was running about and around the living room area of the house, while I would chase after him, holding a cup of ice cream and teaspoon in order to feed him. Despite the “kalikutan” I find this more enjoyable and fulfilling, for the simple reason that I love my son. A little later, I had no idea that my son, in my dream, went out of the house. Realizing, he was missing, I went off to look for him, asking my neighbors nearby. One neighbor told me that he saw the boy crossed the street to go to a house of a friend. I had mixed feelings wrapped with worry, fear, and irritation. And I remember saying these words, “ang tigas talaga ng ulo ng batang ito, mas matigas pa ang ulo kaysa sa’kin.” It is this dream I where I get to see myself as a parent, and how a parent I could be.

Now, given this fantasy, what if someone were to offer me a choice: whether to have a child without any effort on my part to always and automatically do exactly what I want him to do or to be; or to have a child in a normal fashion, having a will of his own, resisting my wishes, and even acting against his own best interest; I would definitely take the latter.

To a greater extent, I believe in Hartshorne’s Process God considering all the merits I have previously mentioned. My only reservation is about His intervention. While moral persuasion is more admirable than force, I still feel God’s shortness in this kind of intervention. And so I strongly ask, “could He not do something more?” While we put into question the relevance of petition prayer in classical theism from the fact that everything has already been decreed, the same is true in process theism, from the fact that God could not do anything in the affairs of me given the circumstance of man’s freedom which he highly value.

But, I firmly believe that God, given his Divine wisdom, can intervene at the most appropriate and favorable time. Such is the affirmation of my vocation, that without God’s intervention and preparation of the path towards this vocation, I would not be currently following Him. What He did is not just persuasion. He intervened, He provided and He prepared the necessary arsenals He thinks that I would be needing, while He would await for my free response to His invitation to follow Him. I believe in His providence which is taken not in the sense of a Divine plan, but the very action of God in the world. Supernaturally speaking, I would consider God as the source of grace, and that He would pour grace upon grace in response to His loved one who prays and seeks for help. And even if he would not seek for help, God continues to pour upon His abounding graces.

From my previous illustration,I, as a parent, would not only serve as a guide or a cheerleader to my child. I would definitely do something other than persuading. I would invest a great deal of effort in his education, with good hopes to be sure, but without any advance of guaranteed success. For I know that it would really be up to him, according to what he freely chooses. And there is the risk, indeed, in the certainty that my child will choose otherwise, he may inflict on me considerable pain and suffering, as I strive to help him all that he can be and even ought to be. But I would never run out of actions to raise him loved and loving. As a parent, I believe, God is much wiser and greater than any other.

Indeed, God values and respects our freedom. But that doesn’t stop Him from caring and providing. All these because He loves us

Sunday, February 24, 2008

dad? who? me?

two nights have passed since i had this dream. it came so strongly that i couldn't keep myself from pondering about it. still, the meaning remains a mystery as i remained perplexed about the subconscious event which is contrary to the path i now tread.

from what i recall, i was in an unfamiliar house. i was sitting on the floor by a glass table. On top of it are kiddie booklets and puzzles. i was holding a cup of melting ice cream and a teaspoon. i was feeding a boy-toddler who was about three years of age. the boy was running about and around the living room area of the house. it seemed i was feeding the boy with ice cream. as it turn out, i began to realize that the boy is my son. i patiently ran after him and fed him a teaspoonful of ice cream. i had that feeling of enjoyment in what i was doing.

the dream shifted so fast, or perhaps there are little details that i may have missed and have forgotten. i shifted to a particular scene when i was looking for my son whose presence was not felt at home. i searched for him in nearby houses and asked some of my neighbors. (the boy had a name in my dream, but i could not remember if it was james or jay). one woman told me that she saw him ran and crossed the street to go to the house of ron. i have no clue why he is included in my dream and how did we get to be neighbors. i was having a mixed feeling of fear, worry, disgust, irritation and impatience. i rememer myself saying, "ang tigas ng ulo ng batang iyan. mas matigas pa ang ulo kaysa sa'kin." blackout. i don't recall what happens next.

the dream came so strongly. i really like the feeling of being a dad.i realize the difficulty and the responsibility it would entail, but i feel that i am open to embrace all that. is this a deep and suppressed longing? could it be a sign that i am meant to be in this kind of life?

i have narrated this dream to my rector and my confreres at breakfast table the following morning, and they all agreed that these are just projection of myself and my issues. they say that all the characters of a dream are different projections of the dreamer. perhaps, that was my journey to my inner child. or perhaps it was just a product of random thoughts that freely appeared before my mind in my sleep.

it's not really that strange that the boy looked just like me... (that has to be obvious, since i am the father). i checked out my photo album yesterday and, surprisingly, i saw the boy in my dream who looked like this boy:


it was my photo when i was three years of age.


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Saturday, February 23, 2008

one-half (joke)

"Jokes are half-meant," they say.
Let's see how "meant" are these.
If you have the grasp of the current political situation,
you would understand.


Lozada: 1/2 Intsik and 1/2 Pinoy

Apostol: 1/2 Pinoy and 1/2 Bulol

Joker Arroyo: 1/2 Pinoy and 1/2 Pikon

Santiago: 1/2 Pinay and 1/2 Buang

Enrile: 1/2 GMA and 1/2 Erap

Neri: 1/2 Pinoy and 1/2 Pinay

Gonzales: 1/2 Pinoy and 1/2 Linta

Razon: 1/2 Pinoy and 1/2 Patola

Donald Dee: 1/2 Intsik and 1/2 Traydor

FG: 1/2 Pork and 1/2 Buwaya

GMA: 1/2 Lang

Friday, February 22, 2008

tales about the coffee



i am amused and overwelmed how this coffee theme get to be associated with me especially on the occasion of my birthday. please allow me to explain.

it all started during christmas vacation, when eson fell in love with a koreanovela that prompted him to buy a dvd for the complete season of "coffee prince." he narrated to us the sleepless nights he endured just to finish the series before coming back to the seminary last january.

i would attest that he really fell in love with the story (in the minimal sense) that he would keep on narrating the synopsis and almost the whole plot of the story. one sunday, he brought the dvd to the seminary.

another significant incident leading to this was that "blessing" when our bro. gene had an appendectomy. i first volunteered to attend to him at the hospital. eson and i were fighting over the slot of attending to gene for some personal motives. that night was the first time i saw an episode of the coffee prince. and frankly, i really liked it.

after gene's discharge from the hospital, i get to be more curious and i asked eson if we could watch the serie. practically, there were now three of us so engrossed watching the koreanovela, with bro. jm joining and "kilig to the bones". hehehe...



without knowing or intending, the coffee bonded us together... i guess nobody else could relate, perhaps except our cook, since only the three of us have finished the story. and now our mouths are filled with "coffee" both in the literal and figurative sense.

indeed, the coffee prince has brought a lot of positive effects... that would include our inspiration and zeal to study more intensely, more passionately. it served as a break from our intellectual routine -- perhaps a saving grace for keeping our sanity intact.

i don't really drink coffee, but this "coffee prince" made me a regular taker. i am not sure what would be the further consequences of this.

and so, i feel that, when both eson and jm (my groupmates in the human formation tea) organized and prepared my birthday celebration, it's a party for the three of us... hehehe....

i really appreciate and enjoyed the experience of bringing "coffee prince" into the postnovitiate and transforming the refectory into the coffee shop. but what i most value are their translated acts of love and appreciation for my person, which i received as a "sent message" from them.
thanks, guys.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

on turning 28

tomorrow is my birthday. let me correct that. few hours later, i'd be turning 28. recently (if you could call a month ago as that), the actor, heath ledger died at this same age. it confronted me to reflect the series of events for the past 28 years, of how significantly have i been living my life, presuming i would die right now. i wouldn't agree more: i am happy with how i am living my life. and i thank God for this gift and grace.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Cookie Thief

I've been collecting poems I think I could use in the future. I've got another one which was read last monday by Fr. Mike in our community mass. I first heard this, not as a poem but as a story, in my first year in the prenovitiate. I felt that our Prefect, then, is directing this to me, given the conflicting situation we were in. I have never forgotten that goodnight talk. I heard that this poem by Valerie Cox was also published as one entry in Canfield's and Hansen's "Chicken Soup for the Soul."

Bottomline: Don't Immediately Judge!

A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be.
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."

With each cookie she took, he took one too,
When only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other,
She snatched it from him and thought... oooh, brother.
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair,
The others were his, and he tried to share.
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

How many times in our lives,
have we absolutely known
that something was a certain way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true ... was not?


Friday, February 15, 2008

Kawawang Magulang (a repost)

This entry has been circulating the net for two years, yet it is good to reflect this sad "exaggerated" reality. In little ways it's true for young people. I'm posting and saving this for future use.


Dear Anak,

Naipadala ko na yung 50 thousand pesos na tuition fee mo. Pinagbili na namin ang mga kalabaw natin. Ang mahal pala ng kursong COUNTER STRIKE. Wala na din pala tayong baboy naibenta na din para dun sa sinasabi mo na project nyo na NOKIA N75. Ang mahal naman ng project na yun. kasama din ang 7 thousand dun para sa field trip nyo sa MALL OF ASIA. Anak malayo ba yun? Mag-ingat ka sa pagbibiyahe mo.

Isasanla pala namin ang palayan natin para mabili mo na yung instrumentong I-POD na kinakailangan mo sa laboratory nyo.

Anak, komportable ka ba dyan sa boarding house mo, saan ba kamo yan sa VICTORIA COURT? Maganda ba dyan? Di ba mainit dyan?

Anak, kamusta na pala yung group project nyo na SAN MIG LIGHT? Napailaw nyo na ba? Mataas ba nakuha nyo na grado dun?

Anak sana bago pa maubos ang lahat-lahat ng ari-arian natin ay maka-gradweyt kana. Walong taon ba talaga ang kurso mo sa SECRETARIAL? Sana pag gradweyt mo makakuha ka ng trabaho kaagad kagaya ng manager ng kumpanya para mabawi natin ang mga ari-arian natin sa sanglaan.

Ay syanga pala anak diba sabi mo sa JOLLIBEE / MAK DONALD ka palagi kumakain? ok ba naman sa yo ang mga ulam dyan? Baka hindi masarap kawawa ka naman.

Eh yung school bus nyo na TAXI sabihin mo sa driver mag ingat sya sa pagdri-drive.

Anak hanggang dito na lang at sa susunod ay ipapadala ko sayo ang pera na pambili mo ng ALTIS na gagamitin mo sa VACANT SUBJECT mo.

Ang nagmamahal,

Itang at Inang

P.S. Anak mag aral kang mabuti. Ingatan mo katawan mo. Huwag ka muna mag-aasawa. Ikaw lang ang pag-asa namin para mahango tayo sa kahirapan.

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

clogged

the thought of it makes me so restless.
i could not resist myself removing the dirt.
and i could not simply let it stay overnight.
and while i keep on the sight,
i find it ever more horrid.

i don't want to do this,
but i've got to force it down
in order to flush it out
and drain it
with a plumber's friend.
.

Monday, February 11, 2008

lies, lies, lies and more lies...

i was practically hooked on tv watching the senate investigation hearing on the abduction of lozada. it is a case on resolving whether he was really abducted or he was just being protected by the administration from "threats". i may not have watched the entirety of the hearing, but i have heard testimonies from both camps. each one claiming the truth of one matter. one word against the other. yet, truth could only be one. and clearly, lies could not but surface in the face of truth.


i was reminded of a verse in sir walter scott's "marmion:"

"Oh, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practice we deceive."

a single lie would eventually end up into a hegemonic complex of lies, creating a pseudo-reality to replace that which is true. soon enough, one could not even contain and control this monster he created.

as history unfolds itself, we find ourselves into the realization how we have been allowing ourselves to live in a time-space warp -- a world full of lies and distorted facts. just when do we act to say enough is enough? or should we stay quiet and "unbothered" by the illusions that swirl around us since we are used to this discomfort?

lies, lies, lies, no more lies...
the people, for a long time, deserve to know the truth, freely, unhindered, undistorted.
the more we hide and delay the truth, the more painful it is to strike us in retribution. let not the truth blow out of proportion.


Sunday, February 10, 2008

How to Save a Life

iLove this song...
iLove this video...

...and I could resonate.

you've been wanting to help somebody,
yet, you just don't know how:

"Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness, And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life."






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brodiz

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I am a pilgrim by life's occupation, an accountant by bachelor's degree, a Tarlaqueño by place of birth, a Salesian by specific vocation, a teacher by profession, a student by formation, a writer by passion, a youth minister by life's mission, a son of God... My Philosophy of Life: "To be is to become" "To be is to hope"

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