Touched by John
Paul the Great
By Fr.
ROY CIMAGALA, roycimagala@gmail.com
April 21, 2014
YEAR 2014 is fast becoming a
very special year for me. There actually are many reasons for this,
and all of them leave me profoundly thankful and nervous. But among
the reasons is the most gratifying fact that two men, very close to my
heart, will be raised to the altars in this Year of the Laity.
One is Bishop Alvaro del Portillo, successor of Opus Dei founder, St.
Josemaria Escriva, who will be beatified in Madrid on September 27. He
ordained me to the diaconate in Rome on January 28, 1991. It was his
first time to ordain candidates to the priesthood, since he was just
consecrated bishop a few weeks earlier that year.
The other is Blessed Pope John Paul II who will be canonized saint on
April 27. By an extreme stroke of luck and, I believe, a pure bolt of
grace, I was chosen as one of those to be ordained priest by him in
Rome that year on May 26, Trinity Sunday.
The moment I was told I would be ordained by Pope John Paul II, I
literally froze in disbelief. Spontaneous and strong flow of prayers
came a little later. I stammered in thanking God for the great gift,
then I started to trace what brought me to that life-changing event.
I don’t think I was a particularly religious person when I was a kid.
All I had in mind was to play and be naughty, just like anybody else
among my friends. But my mother saw to it that I prayed the Rosary
with her and some of my siblings who happened to be caught by her at
the moment.
She it was who instilled in me, among many other things, love and
veneration for the Pope. My lola and the teachers in grade school,
mostly nuns, did the same. And I just developed that love to the point
that whenever I saw a picture of Pope John XXIII, the Pope at that
time, I felt good and holy and somehow urged to behave.
The nuns in school encouraged me to enter the seminary, but when I
brought the idea to my father, he said, no way. And so I forgot about
priesthood and pursued what everybody else among my friends was
pursuing. At that time, all I wanted was to become rich and all that
thingamajig.
But I met Opus Dei while studying in college in Manila. And my life
changed, made a sharp turn. Well, that’s now history.
My love and fascination for the Pope grew even more. When Pope Paul VI
visited Manila, I happened to stay just a few houses from where the
Nunciature, where he stayed, was.
I remember standing the whole day right in front of the Nunciature
together with the crowd just to have a glimpse of him. And when I had
those glimpses, it was as if I was floating on air with joy. Prayer
when infused with joy became effortless.
Then entered Pope John Paul II in 1978. At that time, I was already a
professional man, working in some office, but also into deep
philosophical and theological studies. It was he who sort of
challenged me to take more seriously my Christian formation.
I found him irresistibly stimulating and engaging. I was sure his
presence, his words, even his mannerisms were all so soaked with a
certain charism that I just found myself insatiably devouring his
writings and any piece of news about him. I knew I was learning a lot
and growing interiorly.
When he visited Manila in 1981, I volunteered to be part of a press
team. That enabled me to see him at close range. It was in Baclaran
church, his first stop after arriving at the Manila airport, when I
had the first chance almost to touch him if not for the security who
stopped me at the last split second.
Then I was asked to go to Rome for ecclesiastical studies. I actually
did not seek the priesthood. I simply was called to it, and I just
said, yes, after a little reflection.
I still vividly remember every moment of that day of my ordination.
What struck me most was that he started it very tired. He just came in
from a trip and he already had serious health conditions. But as the
event went on, I noticed he became very alive. At the end, he talked
to me as if he knew me all along.
I have no doubt he is truly a saint!