The Revolution that is CSMS

I was watching a documentary on the Katipunan and Andres Bonifacio over the weekend, and I just can't take my mind off the revolutionary movement inspired by The Supremo, Andres Bonifacio. This train of thought led me to ask myself: What makes a revolution? How does one recognize a revolutionary?

A revolution, according to google.com, is defined as (just see screenshot below; I'm too lazy to type):



Looking at these definitions, I realized then that a revolution is a way towards change, and a revolutionary is someone who has the power to make that change happen. So how does one do that?

First, a revolutionary must educate himself about the one thing he is fighting for. Second, a revolutionary should get to know and get together with his fellow revolutionaries who are of like mind and heart. Third, a revolutionary, together with his fellow revolutionaries, must actually engage in the revolution in order to effect change.

All of us at the Catholic Social Media Summit v2.0 did all that—we learned, relearned and unlearned about what we are fighting for—to make disciples of all netizens. We got to know fellow revolutionaries, and lastly, we can go out to our respective battlefields at the end of the conference fully armed in mind, heart and spirit.

Msgr. Paul Tighe

Msgr. Paul Tighe, Secretary for the Pontifical Council for Social Communication, couldn't have summarized it better in his final blessing. Msgr. Tighe stressed on three very important words: revolution, power and conversion. As Catholics dwelling in the social media continent, we must truly revolutionize social communication. It is only by soaking ourselves in the Word, by listening to the Gospel being proclaimed, we would be able to recognize the power of God working through us, thus encouraging conversion among those we encounter through social media. 

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