THAT’S what we can learn from that gospel episode about Christ’s disciples caught in a storm while in the middle of the sea. (cfr. Mt 8,23-27) They, at first, were gripped with fear, a very understandable reaction.
And when they noticed Christ simply sleeping in the boat, they woke him up, expressing their fear. That’s when Christ simply stood up and calmed the turbulent sea, leaving them greatly astonished. But Christ faulted them for their lack of faith.
Yes, we too can easily be frozen in fear when we encounter the different forms of life’s storms. But like Our Lord’s disciples, we should just go immediately to him and ask for his help. And to be sure, he will always be there to help, but maybe in ways that may escape our understanding. In this, we should not be surprised and start to loosen our faith in God’s powerful and wise ways.
There’s really no reason to be too worried and anxious when we encounter some difficulty in our life. In fact, we have every reason to be confident and at peace, focused on what we are supposed to do. And that’s because we are always in God’s hands.
Whatever situation we may be in, we can be sure that God will always provide for what is truly needed by us, and it may not be what we want. We just have to trust him completely for he knows better than we do, and what we want may not be what we need. It may not even be what is good for us.
God always knows what to do in any situation we may find ourselves in. He may allow some evil to come to us, an evil that can do us no harm unless we let it, but God knows how to draw good from evil.
Ours is simply to trust God completely, and out of that trust, we should always feel confident and courageous to do what we are supposed to do. We should not waste our time lamenting and feeling like a victim, or wallowing in doubts, passivity and self-pity.
We have to remove ourselves from that state mentioned by St. Paul in his Letter to the Ephesians: “children tossed to and fro and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the cunning of men, by their craftiness in deceitful wiles.” (4,14) We have to keep going. There are a lot of things to do.
Yes, there will always be challenges, problems, difficulties that humanly speaking may be impossible for us to tackle. But as long as we have trust in God, we can sincerely echo St. Paul’s words: “I can do all things in him who strengthens me.” (Phil 4,13) These words have been verified to be true in the lives of all the saints, especially the martyrs.
It’s important that we be confident and at peace always, because that would put us in the proper condition to do the things we are supposed to do. It will make us bold and courageous, fruitful and productive.
It is a confidence that is not presumptuous. It goes together with prudence, discretion and tact. It is meek and humble, not pompous, arrogant and vain. It reassures and inspires people. It would make us credible in our witnessing to Christ’s saving message.
It is a confidence that is both in heaven and on earth. It happily blends eternity and time. It is not simply theoretical. It is also realistic and practical.








Monstrous tandem
On August 5, 1972, the world watched as burglars tied to political power brought down a presidency in the United States through the Watergate scandal. It was politics and corruption dancing in the same room, and the building nearly burned. That unholy marriage remains one of the ugliest forces any nation can endure, and I have always believed it is among the fastest ways to rot a country from the inside.
I can tolerate politics in the way one tolerates rain on laundry day—annoying, inconvenient, often messy, but part of life. Politics, after all, is unavoidable; it is the machinery of power, the marketplace of ideas, the endless wrestling match of human ambition. But corruption is a different beast. Corruption is not noise; it is poison. And when politics begins feeding that poison instead of fighting it, what emerges is not government but a feeding frenzy, like vultures fighting over a carcass they themselves killed.
What’s sickening is how politics becomes the perfect shield for thieves. A plunderer in office no longer needs innocence; he only needs allies. The moment accusations rise, the script is always the same: “This is political persecution.” It is a cheap umbrella in a storm of evidence. Facts get buried beneath party colors, and stolen money vanishes behind speeches, press conferences, and finger-pointing. The public ends up staring at smoke while the fire quietly eats the house.
And that house, of course, is the nation itself. A government obsessed with political survival spends less time fixing roads, feeding children, or building hospitals and more time buying loyalty. Public funds become poker chips. Cabinet seats become rewards. Investigations become theater. Laws become elastic, stretched until they fit whoever is in power. I have always found that part almost comical—if it were not so tragic. It is like watching termites hold elections over who gets to chew the pillars first.
History is cruelly honest about this. Dictatorship showed how political machinery can protect massive theft for years while critics were silenced and institutions bent to serve one family’s appetite. Across the seas, Operation Car Wash in Brazil exposed how politicians and business giants built an empire of bribery so large it shook the entire government.
These are not fairy tales. They are receipts. Nations bleed not only from war but from men in barongs, suits, and neckties who know exactly how to smile while robbing the treasury.
And what chance does an ordinary citizen have when every gate is guarded? That is the cruelest joke. Protest if you must, but permits can be denied. Speak if you dare, but lawsuits can rain down. File complaints, but the offices meant to hear them may already be occupied by friends of the accused. I often think corruption with political backing behaves like an octopus—its head hidden, but its arms wrapped around courts, police, media, and budgets. Cut one arm, and another tightens elsewhere.
What makes this evil monstrous is not only the money stolen but the culture it breeds. Young people watch and learn. They begin to think honesty is for fools and power is the only real law. A child who sees thieves celebrated grows up measuring success not by character but by cunning. That, to me, is the deepest wound. Roads can be rebuilt. Economies can recover. But a generation taught to admire wolves instead of shepherds is harder to save.
That is why I cannot shrug this off as “just politics.” Politics is rough, yes, but it need not be rotten. The cure, as I see it, is stubborn transparency, strong institutions, and citizens who refuse to be hypnotized by slogans or bribed by crumbs. The broom must keep sweeping, even when the dust fights back. Because if corruption and politics continue to sleep in the same bed, the nation will keep waking up poorer and weaker, wondering who stole the morning.