Letter and Reflections on Lent and Easter
Faste og Påske

Dear Christ,

There has been no rain in my home island since the advent of your Lenten season. It is so hot as seen by the  dusty roads and the sad plants on the clay pots, the green grasses slowly turned brown, the lonely noontime that marks people`s short nap, and the shadows of the coconut trees that promise a good shade from the Lenten heat.

Waters from the wells which we drink are now getting saline. Soon people from the mainland will come to sell their fresh water by cans and plastic jars. Water tank owners rejoice over this hot Lenten Season because rain water from the water tanks will now be sold at a higher price, though rain is your free gift for us all. Rain water is preferred to groundwater from the wells because it tastes sweeter and can quench the islanders` thirst during Lent. Water from the wells turn salty during these hot Lenten days.


In few more days, the usual scene through all the years will be seen again, the re-enactment of what happened to you many years ago And the brave volunteer of the year will have to go through the physical pain as he is paraded on the road, beaten carrying a cross, groaning as the beatings leave bleeding wounds on his skin. And the inquisitive children who follow him either share the pain in pity or react in innocent lughters over what seems to be a sheer comedy.


There`s going to be a long procession in today`s usual holy Friday,dear Christ, and the people, barefooted will walk on the hot roads followed by sentimental music that cannot help but touch the devotees to weep and weep loudly as if the flood of tears can best measure the value of a lost treasure that is you.


How long shall we weep over your weakness? How long shall we look at you as the weak hero who merely summons our guilt, and whom we think, can be appeased only by a display of our sorrowful faces till your burial place?


Why did you have to die, Christ, my insides are asking. If it is only to leave in our cultural value of debt of gratitude (utang na loob), that solicitsa sacrificial payment from our side in the form of service for you, why do we have to go through a deep mourning for you when we know that you are going to resurrect anyway as the Lord of Life? Forgive me, but sometimes I feel being cheated by you. And I see these honest devotees cheated too by this simple drama in your life story.


However, when I remember you on the cross bidding brother John to look at the crying woman, and the crying woman to look at John, I see your dying not really meant for you, our mourning not really meant to be a mourning over your dying but rather a mourning over our own deaths--your people`s wounds. I am simply amazed that it takes a Lord, you Christ, to open us to the reality of our people`s deaths with your call that we do something for people`s dying because you have given your life in order that we may live.


Christ, make yourself much real now. As the celebration of Lenten season is highlighted by the traditional processions of too many people, dramatizing to bury your dead body to the grave like the traditional service we render to a beloved friend and relative, let this be a procession, instead, of committeed people, willing to break the graves where you`re buried or have been buried - where thirst, hunger, disease and poverty thrive, where justice and freedom is denied, where sorrow, fear, despair, hate,hopelessness and deaths loom in darkness. Call us rather to weep over these graves, your grave - which is ours and that of your people. And grant that such a weeping may lead us into a form of cleansing, renewal and commitment to lay open these graves like in your resurrection.

Sincerely yours,


Context of the Reflection: My Home ISland in the Philippines, the fishing island of Hingotanan.






Be an Instrument of Peace/ Vær et redskab til fred 30x30cm akryl på lærred
Letter no. 6 March 2008

Dear friends,

I want to greet you peace,joy and hope as you mark this week celebrating Lent and Easter.  Here I enclose the words which my friend sent to me.

"LENT reminds us that the life we have and the
material posssessions we hold are simply
LENT TO US.We are but pilgrims here on earth
who will pass by only once.We bring nothing
when we die. But we can leave behind the love
we've shared, the hope we have given and the
goodness we have done.

May the EASTER event remind us that even death has no power over life. So whatever circumstances we are encountering, we will never despair because, we will overcome.God bless us and enable us to face life's challenges"

I have received letters from home. My good friend, Sally, died of cancer on the breast last week. The same week the founder of the Focolare Movement, Chiara Lubich, died. My dear friend and classmate, Neneng Doromal, underwent a surgery for some cancer cells. My mother was hospitalized in Cebu in the Philippines because of heart disease on top of her diabetes.

There are many situations that bring us sorrow. But Easter brings hope and joy in the heart, knowing that death or disease does not have the last word. May our hope in the Risen Lord keep us strong and alive to celebrate and thank for every good thing we experience each day and to  get courage from every difficulty or problem that comes on our way. 

Happy Easter!


Opstandelse/ Resurrection 50x60cm akryl på lærred acrylic on canvass
Caring for the house cat

Påskemorgen med Bastian og vores kat, Bianca og mother Annalis i køkkenet
den 23. marts 2008.

A pause in the kitchen after Easter Sunday worship Bastian playing with Bianca, our cat.
Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday

Riding on a donkey of humility,
Jesus entered into Jerusalem -
A king without a battalion of guards
without horses, without military tanks,
without canons and machine guns.

The children laid down the branches
of palm trees as carpet on the ground
Others lifted them up to hail him
while chorusing hosannas as he drove by.
“Blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord.”

Today Jesus enters into
the gates of homes,churches and
other machineries of control and
down deep into every human heart.

Today let hosannas resound
Saying no to wars and weapons
no to hatred, revenge and death
But yes to the subtle claim
in the heart to let the love of Jesus reign.

Written March 28, 2010

mother Annalis, Philip and beth right after the Easter worship service in Kolding.

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20.09 | 13:16

I think I should also spend time writing poems in Danish. For quite a period of time, I have only concentrated on writing poems in English.

08.03 | 09:55

Kære Elizabeth - du rørte mig med din tekst om at overleve gennem kunsten. Jeg kender det selv som en delvis fremmed med udenlandsk opvækst. Vi ses i Simonpete

07.01 | 14:51

Fantastisk smuk hjemmeside.

14.02 | 23:41

Super flort hjemmeside
jeg er hel vil ned dine hjemmeside :)

jeg har også selv en men det kun med tegninger :)
kig forbi og huske og skriv i GB lige som jeg gør nu :)


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