To Fr. Jeff:
God bless you.
Awkward it may seem, but I wrote you because I don’t have Fr. Suarez’ mobile number nor his e-mail address. I saw your e-mail address at Fr. Suarez’ Healing Ministry website and I hope you wouldn’t mind if I course my message to him to you. Father Jeff, I thank you in advance and I apologize for asking this favor.
I just want to let him know that I am so happy to have known him. I am very much inspired by his homilies. Since I have watched his homilies in his website, I have been addicted to his homilies. I have been inspired by many priests who give wonderful homilies before but Fr. Suarez’ homilies are always enlightening. And his homily at Monte Maria last Sunday, September 25, 2011 was an awakening. My only wish was that our superiors in the office could have heard his call for mercy on the poor and underprivileged.
I have known myself to be lacking in faith. With doubts clouding my thoughts, I resolved to refrain from asking God for anything. I was always afraid of rejection since I grew up with it. I gotten used to expecting the worse than hoping for the best. That way, I won’t get frustrated or hurt. But I was more afraid of getting disappointed or angry with God because I know it’s impossible to win against Him. I thought that if I don’t ask Him, I won’t have to get disappointed with Him if ever my prayers are unanswered. It safer that way. I just thought He will give me what I need according to His will. My late grandfather used to say, “kung hindi ukol, hindi bubukol,” (If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be) And for a long time I believed that.
Even when I found out that I have multiple cystic nodules on both breasts with a solid nodule that required a biopsy, I thought, it is meant to be. The doctor scheduled me for a biopsy but I declined because I didn’t want to go through another medical torture.
After almost a year, the pain has become alarming and it was difficult for me to wear a bra. I get exhausted easily and I discovered another lump on the right. Even lying in bed was difficult because it felt like my flesh was being ripped off. When my sisters learned of it, they insist that I go through with the biopsy and surgery if needed. But I insist, “I will leave it to God.” His will be done.
Then my sister suggested that we go see Fr. Suarez and I remember asking, who is he...