I’m Still Here is not simply a film about dictatorship or loss. It is about a strength that cannot be silenced. It is about a woman who shows us that joy can be an act of protest, love a form of resistance, and hope the deepest expression of faith.
As candles flicker in our homes and churches this November, one flame burns brightest in my heart: the memory of my Novice Mistress. Her life, love, and laughter continue to illumine my days long after she has gone.
November is the month when we pause, remember, and pray for the souls of our dearly departed. It is a time when the veil between memory and longing feels thinner, and the hope of reunion promised by our faith becomes more deeply felt.
In a world that moves quickly and grows noisier each day, there is a small monastery along Gilmore Avenue that has spent the last 99 years doing something radically different: praying in silence for the world.
To all who have lost a loved one, grief is a natural and inevitable response. Yet as we journey through loss, we must also remember to care for ourselves, or better still, allow others to support us, as we learn to live without the physical presence of those we hold dear.
Christ reigns not by demanding obedience, but by inviting hearts into His love. His crown was of thorns, not gold; His throne was the cross, not a seat of earthly power.
This November, as I write this, I feel grateful, grateful that Old Nang visited me in my dream. I believe he is now in the Father’s House, healed, happy, and full of joy. I also believe that heaven surely has the best steak imaginable.
Tiatr is a popular form of Goan Konkani musical theatre known for its blend of drama, comedy, songs, and social messages. The first recorded tiatr, Italian Bhurgo, written by Lucasinho Ribeiro, was staged in Bombay, western India, on April 17, 1892
The Great Pilgrimage of Hope (GPH) will take place in Penang, Malaysia, from 20–27 November 2025, with a focus on exploring “new paths, narratives, and dynamics that are rooted in our Catholic identity and resonate with Asia's rich cultural tapestry through collaborative dialogue and shared wisdom.”
It is only on hindsight that I’ve managed to see the patterns that God has been weaving in my life. Disparate incidents and experiences now make sense as I see God’s plans woven like a rich tapestry, complete with their patterns and colours.
The title Mother of Mercy (Mater Misericordiae) holds a singular and profound place in Christian tradition, theology, and devotion. It unites two inseparable dimensions of Mary’s vocation, her divine motherhood and her merciful intercession.
On October 29, the Catholic faithful of the Apostolic Vicariate of Calapan gathered to bid a tearful farewell to their beloved shepherd of 33 years, Bishop Warlito “Warlit” Cajandig, laid to rest at Sto. Niño Cathedral.
“Lord, I know You will never stop being merciful to me. Your love and loyalty will always keep me safe. Only because of the Lord’s kindness and mercy, I am what I am today. His mercy is following me throughout my life.”
November 10th marks the 38th anniversary of the assassination of Father Michael Rodrigo, a Sri Lankan Catholic priest and member of the Oblates of Mary Immaculate (OMI), widely remembered for his radical commitment to social justice, ecological awareness, and inter-religious dialogue in rural Sri Lanka.
Modern psychology affirms what the saints knew intuitively. Viktor Frankl wrote, “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response.”
