simpleng hiling–impromptu

December 14, 2009

Too often, we sing songs out of mechanical habit. More often than not, we sing because the melody’s catchy or the artist is a worldwide phenomenon, but by impulse, we sing because we’re infected by the emotion of the song. Nowadays, we sing alongside Ryan Cayabyab Jose Mari Chan, as well as local artists that sing for politicians like Regine Velasquez and Chito Miranda. Abs-cbn’s “Star ng Pasko” is even a crowd favorite. Obviously, music takes up a huge chunk in the Filipinos’ identity, and why shouldn’t it be? It adds to the merriment of the festive lights of the season, and it can boost our already happy nature as we busy ourselves with preparations for the upcoming banquet this twenty-fifth of December.

Yet, in the midst of all the shiny gifts, the elegant decorations, the caroling in the streets and the noise from the firecrackers, have we ever stopped to actually prepare ourselves? Did we take time to actually listen not only to the common message of the songs outpouring in the radio, but to really hear out and take to heart the need to share our blessings, especially in this time of waiting?

In the aftermath of Ondoy and the recent Maguindanao massacre, the spirit of Christmas is lost, floating and sinking alternately in the wave of political campaigns and terrorism. It doesn’t help either that most companies still take advantage and repackage the significance of one special infant’s birth in an effort to sell their products. Yes, it is wonderful news that we as a people have decided to share our sufferings together and that the majority extended their help for the rehabilitation of the victims. There are also organizations going out of their way to reach out to those who have less in life, and although more and more individuals took notice and contributed their share, there are still even more people who need your love. There are still millions of children dying everyday because of hunger or from abuse of their fragile bodies.

While we wait out for the coming of our Savior, let us take our excesses in our hands and give them to those who need it the most. Love your fellow brothers, even if they cannot love you in return. And while we’re at it, let us remember that we don’t have to tell the whole world about it, for the true sense of giving is the act of sharing ourselves without expecting, not even a dose of recognition for our efforts, anything in return.

About three Christmases ago, I heard this song for the first time, and while listening to it, my eyes heated up. I repeated the song over and over and it’s been in my system since then. It’s entitled “My grown up Christmas list”, which was originally by David Foster and Linda Thompson-Jenner, but whose lyrics were edited by Amy Grant years later. You should listen to it. You don’t have to be eighteen to listen to it because what’s important is that you assimilate the song’s love and selflessness. Like I said, music is a huge part of who we are, and although our preferences vary, it would be good for humanity for us to listen to songs that pluck at our souls more frequently than usual, because sometimes, we all get too caught up with our selfish rants that we forget to listen to our graces. I’m not a child, but my heart still can dream. Share the love, and love would never end.