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Sprawling in the verdant hills of Southwest Central Iloilo is the town of Alimodian, a 4 th class municipality that prides on its natural resources and productive lands. This 25 kilometers town away from the city of Iloilo is surrounded by towns; Maasin and Cabatuan on its East, San Miguel on its South and Leon on its West and the Province of Antique on its North. It is traversed by the rippling Aganan River with a land area of 14,482 hectares and composed of 51 barangays.
 

The Eternal Rhythm of Life in Alimodian
 By Angioline Loredo
 
 For any Alimodiananon who has been away for an extended period of time, some changes in town can be quite startling. Take the architectural landscape, for instance.  There are huge concrete houses  that draw your attention because they seem to have been built with maximum security in mind -- as in tall concrete fences that block any view of the houses  and front gates that are locked at all times. I guess it reflects the culture of the times – the unease about peace and order situation.  Or maybe it speaks to a newfound value of privacy among Alimodiananons. One remembers with much fondness those long-ago years when, passing by other people’s houses at night, one literally peered into their domestic lives, down to what they were eating for dinner at the time. Gone are the days when old folks sat by the windows and called out “Diin ka maadto?” to the people passing by. One knew almost everyone in town.  There were no strangers to get suspicious of. That sense of complacency is a thing of the past. What hasn’t changed is the rhythm of life. The nights are long, the days even longer. At night the streets are pitched dark (thanks to official neglect), and one’s sleep is unnerved by the intermittent howling of the dogs in the neighborhood and crackling sounds coming from passing motorbikes. The mornings could not come early enough.  At four o’clock, the neighborhood stirs awake, and the daily routine of life starts anew. Religious folks go to church, working people to offices, farms, and businesses, children to school, and everyone else does the same things they had done the day before.  





Christmas – and Standing on One’s Head

Horacio dela Costa, S.J.

(The late Fr. Horacio de la Costa, S.J., delivered this five-minute homily at midnight Mass at the Ateneo Law School. Over the years, it has become a "Christmas perennial," reprinted and re-read by many.)

 
CHRISTMAS is when we celebrate the unexpected; it is the festival of surprise.

This is the night when shepherds wake to the song of angels; when the earth has a star for a satellite; when wise men go on a fool's errand, bringing gifts to a Prince they have not seen, in a country they do not know.

This is the night when one small donkey, bears on its back, the weight of the world's desire, and an ox plays host to the Lord of heaven. This is the night when we are told to seek our king, not in a palace, but in a stable.



Although we have stood here, year after year, as our fathers before us, the wonder has not faded; nor will it ever fade; the wonder of that moment when we push open that little door, and enter, and entering find, a mother who is virgin, and a baby who is God.

Chesterton has said it for us all: the only way to view Christmas properly is to stand on one's head. Was there ever a home more topsy-turvy than Christmas, the cave where Christ was born? For here, suddenly, in the very heart of earth, is heaven; down is up, and up is down; the angels look down on the God who made them, and God looks up to the things he made.

There is no room in an Inn for Him who made room and to spare, for the Milky Way, and where God is homeless, all men are at home.

We were promised a savior, but we never dreamed God Himself would come and save us. We know that He loved us, but we never dared to think that he loved us so much as to become one of us.



But that is the way God gives. His gifts are never quite what we expect, but always something better than we hoped for. We can only dream of things too good to be true; God has a habit of giving things too true to be false. That is why our faith is a faith of the unexpected, a religion of surprise.

Now, more than ever, living in times so troubled, facing a future so uncertain, we need such faith. We need it for ourselves, and we need to give it to others.

We must remind the world that if Christmas comes in the depths of winter, it is that there may be an Easter in the spring.

 
 

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