The nation is still reeling from the devastation of four strong typhoons, the rescue and relief operations just giving wayslowly and arduouslyto rehabilitation work, even as landslides and mudslides continue to threaten outlying towns. Families are still mourning loved ones lost in the disasters; survivors continue to fight for their lives. Terror activity hasnt taken a holiday break either, as a bomb attack in a public market in General Santos City sparked fears of more bomb attacks during the year-end holidays. There seems to be no respite from violence and death in the south.
Is it hopeless? If we look only at circumstances in the world around us, hope is indeed dim. But such is the essence of Christmas: that into a hopeless, dark and terrifying world came a Savior, a Light, ImmanuelGod came to be with us. The more hopeless, the bleaker it seemsand we are indeed facing bleak times, presidential proclamations notwithstandingthe brighter shines the Hope of Christmas. We must have faithin the One who is the Hope of mankind, the Christ of Christmas.
We also want to pay tribute to a personal friend, an amazing artist and a remarkable human being, Pacita Abad, who succumbed to cancer last December 7. The exuberance of her art was matched byor perhaps stemmed fromthe exuberance of her life. Everything and everyone she encountered energized her, just as she embraced and energized everyone she met. The world is privileged to have over 3,500 of Pacitas artworksincluding her signature trapunto pieces as well as an entire bridgethat continue to captivate and mesmerize. Those of us who knew her are even more privileged to have been touched by Pacita, to have shared in the rich colors of her remarkable, wonderful life.