WHAT KIND OF SEEDS DID YOU SOW

WHAT KIND OF SEEDS DID YOU SOW
my son archie

POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE

POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE
the run-away bride, your Mount Everest

WAR OF THE UNIVERSE

WAR OF THE UNIVERSE
Seek protection under the dove's wings

Our Lady Of Guadalupe

Our Lady Of Guadalupe
Graced by Nay Tita, your light shines on

THE HOLY TRINITY

THE HOLY TRINITY
FATHER, SON, AND HOLY SPIRIT

Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?

Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?
To restore Arts Health and integration back to society

Eulogy For Marina

Eulogy For Marina
In Honor Of The Virgin Of Antipolo

I Am The Clown Bobo

I Am The Clown Bobo
Through her eyes, my grand daughter, Tiara Luise Imperial

Blessings To My Soul

Blessings To My Soul
Mama Tita, Your Light Lives On

Solar Energy From Lifeless Objects

Solar Energy From Lifeless Objects
A collection from my antiques

Oil In Nana's Kitchen

Oil In Nana's Kitchen
I Big Mo...from my cash register....

Born In The House Of Levi

Born In The House Of Levi
A design, concept and rendition in collaboration with my son

Artist In Saint Bartholomew

Artist In Saint Bartholomew
My niece Malen

Bitter-Sweet Memories

Bitter-Sweet Memories
Held at the entrance

Coconut Vendor, done by Carmen Herrera-Uy, early '80's, oil on canvasss

Coconut Vendor, done by Carmen Herrera-Uy, early '80's, oil on canvasss
Reserved for Manang Grace E-M...Herrera

Lotus, Emblem Of Truth And Purity

Lotus, Emblem Of Truth And Purity
By Oscar M. Figuracion Jr.

Keep Still My Jittery Bug

Keep Still My Jittery Bug
Kalachuchi flowers, a reflection....

My veil as a bride

My veil as a bride
Mother of one, surrogate of many

Sunday, January 19, 2014

WHY I BELIEVE IN HOLY IMAGES

Nothing can be created by man without the grace of God. The first grace that He lets to shine on us is our talents. It is a gift passed on to us through our parent's Holy Union. We inherit the talents of our parents, through our genes, that was imbued in our body, as our mother and father, will pass on to us, as we develop in our mother's womb.

One of the greatest gift that our parents can pass on to us, is the ability to love, to appreciate that love, and express it in a message that we can convey to the people we love and wish to love. Some will express it in poems. Some will express it through music. Some will express it artistically, like a painting, or a sculpture.

The Catholic church have different saints with different feast days. Each day is dedicated for the feast day of a saint that a particular church wants to honor that day, dedicating the celebration of the mass in the name of that saint, offering the sacrifice of Jesus to save mankind, to God the Father. The Catholic church, with the guidance of the pope, elect saints, from those who have performed miracles while they were alive or as witnessed by devotees after their death. These saints are represented by statues, curved by sculptors as inspired by the Holy Spirit. They are curved with a heavenly being like an angel in the image of San Isidro Labrador, who was known to intercede for the workers. Or they maybe curved with another man, woman, or child as in the Holy Family. Or they maybe curved with an animal like the dog that saved San Roque from starvation while he was in the woods. Or they maybe curved with plants, like the palm leaves of San Pedro Calungsod, the second canonized Filipino saint, being the patron saint of the youth. Or maybe they can be curved with an object, like the bolo, bible, and chain, by which Saint Bartholomew chains the devil, whose threat to posses us in thoughts, words, or actions can be defeated. The images of these saints are painted with colors that would convey messages from God, that we are able to discern, as we meditate on the happening for the day, or before, or after.

Last Sunday as of this writing, January 19, was the feast day of Santo Nino. The image of the Patron saint, is in the image of the likeness of Jesus when he was small. The Sunday's mass was dedicated to his feast day. And the children who attended the mass learned from seeing the image, being able to identify with the Infant Jesus, through the voice and movement of the officiating priest, and those who assist the priest, with the vestments they wear. As children, we are inspired by God, through the His Holy Spirit, that we receive during baptism. This inspiration makes us emulate the Holiness of the child...young and old, wanting to please God each moment...For when Jesus was baptized in the Jordan River by John the Baptist, God the Father, as witnessed by the crowd, said in a thunderous voice..."This is my son, of whom I am well pleased..." as people saw the Holy Spirit descending on Jesus.

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