It was on this day, the Feast of Mary's earthly birthday, that I started seminary classes. It was a Monday that year. I remember thinking about how fitting it was that my seminary formation would begin with a Marian theme. I don't remember chapel that day, though I rather doubt that the Mother of God came up. I didn't mind too much though. I knew that I had embarked on an exciting new chapter in life. And indeed, it was a great ride.
The course of life changes. But one thing remains the same: Theology rules, guides, and is the passion of my life. Theology is not only the Queen of Sciences, it is the highest Art. More than that, it is the only truly satisfying pursuit. I think of it as life itself, life in its fullness. And so, my time in the seminary was worth the while. And whatever happens from here, I am grateful. For like the obscure handmaiden who was called upon to be the God-bearer, my soul, and in Christ the whole of my life, magnifies the Lord, for He has regarded my low estate. I don't see much strength in my own life, but the important thing is that the Lord has shown strength with His arm; He that is mighty has done to me great things, and holy is His name. May I always know it, and tell it.