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Sunday, April 20, 2014

My Lord says ... John 20:1-9

SUNDAY GOSPEL

On the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala came to the tomb early in the morning, while it was still dark, and saw the stone removed from the tomb. 2So she ran and went to Simon Peter and to the other disciple whom Jesus loved, and told them, “They have taken the Lord from the tomb, and we don’t know where they put him.” So Peter and the other disciple went out and came to the tomb. They both ran, but the other disciple ran faster than Peter and arrived at the tomb first; 5he bent down and saw the burial cloths there, but did not go in. When Simon Peter arrived after him, he went into the tomb and saw the burial cloths there, and the cloth that had covered his head, not with the burial cloths but rolled up in a separate place. Then the other disciple also went in, the one who had arrived at the tomb first, and he saw and believed. For they did not yet understand the Scripture that he had to rise from the dead.




 *Where are you coming from in this area …

DYING TO ONESELF

My mother became a widow at the age of 27.  She was four months pregnant with me when my father died.  She had a glorious day when my father was still alive.  She was complete with household helpers to do the house work and a nanny to take care of my eldest siblings.  She was a full-time housewife and a mother and never gone to work.  She was provided with materials things she never had before.  With material blessings, she shared it with her parents (my grandparents) to help them provide for her other siblings’ needs.  But it was short lived because my father was killed by someone who was in argument with him in business.  She was left with nothing because the business that my father used to manage was taken over by his eldest brother.  As usual, she had to rely on him for financial support.  Traditionally, grieving as a widow would take two years before she could be allowed to take the risk of getting married again.  But she didn’t take that kind of risk; instead, she took the risk of providing for our needs by herself alone.


Metaphorically speaking, raising four children is like a "calvary" of parenthood and a "dying to oneself," especially if one is a single parent. It’s a hard task wherein a parent doesn’t think anymore of herself or himself, but only the goodness of her or his own children. Food, clothes, shelter, and education are basic necessities that are hard to provide for.  Heart-breaking sacrifices that can’t be fully compensated by any material wealth only, but by our sense of appreciation, gratitude, service, and respect that should be given to one’s parent, especially in their old age. 

Before, I never realized the sacrifices and concern of my own mother for me, till I became a mother myself.  I made wrong decisions in my life because I disregarded her love and concern for me when I was still young.  But literally, I don’t need to wait for a family member to die before I open up my eyes to the truth and reality of a mother’s love.  Though it was too late before I realized my mistake, but it’s never too late to make up for my own mistakes and shortcomings.  Whatever forms, healing takes time…..      


“HAPPY EASTER TO ALL”

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" I will sing of your salvation. In you, O Lord, I take refuge; let me never be put to shame. In your justice rescue me and deliver me; incline your ear to me, and save me. Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to give me safety, for you are rock and my fortress. O my God, rescue me from the hand of the wicked. For you are my hope, O Lord, my trust, O God from my youth. On you I depend my birth; from my mother's womb, you are my strength. My mouth shall declare your justice, day by day your salvation. O God, you have taught me from my youth, and till the present I proclaim your wondrous deeds."

Psalm 71:1-2, 3-4a

Sunday, April 13, 2014

My Lord says ... Matthew 27:11-54

*SUNDAY GOSPEL

Jesus stood before the governor, Pontius Pilate, who questioned Him, “Are you the king of the Jews?”  Jesus said,  “You say so.”  And when He was accused by the chief priests and elders, He made no answer…

Pilate said to them,  “Then what shall I do with Jesus called Christ?”  They all said,  “Let Him be crucified!” …. he handed Him over to be crucified. 

Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus inside the praetorium and gathered the whole cohort around Him.  They stripped off His clothes and threw a scarlet military cloak about Him.  Weaving a crown out of thorns, they placed it on His head, and a reed in His right hand.  And kneeling before Him, they mocked Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”  They spat upon Him and took the reed and kept striking Him on the head.  And when they had mocked Him, they stripped Him of the cloak, dressed Him in His own clothes, and led Him off to crucify Him …

From noon onward, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon.  And about three o’clock Jesus cried out in a loud voice,
 
“Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?”
which means,
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Some of the bystanders who heard it said,  “This one is calling for Elijah.” Immediately one of them ran to get a sponge;  he soaked it in wine, and putting it on a reed, gave it to Him to drink.  But the rest said,  “Wait, let us see if Elijah comes to save Him.”  But Jesus cried out again in a loud voice, and gave up His spirit.

And behold, the veil of the sanctuary was torn in two from top to bottom.  The earth quaked, rocks were split, tombs were opened, and the bodies of many saints who had fallen asleep were raised.  And coming forth from their tombs after His resurrection, they entered the holy city and appeared to many.  The centurion and the men with him who were keeping watch over Jesus feared greatly when they saw the earthquake and all that was happening, and they said, “Truly, this was the Son of God!”

*Where are you coming from in this area …

“She turned her back on me”

My friend was really crying out her heart to me when we met one time.  She told me this devastating statement, “She turned her back on me.”  After all those years of providing for her only daughter’s education and giving her all the support she needed in order to be able to go and find a job abroad, she didn’t care anymore what happens to her afterwards.  She made a lot of sacrifices for her just to help her achieve her goal. She borrowed the money from a lender even at a high interest rate. Her daughter promised her that she would pay her back once she becomes stable in her job and would petition her to live with her also.  There was so much happiness in her  and her daughter when her application was approved.

While in abroad,  there was a constant communication either through phone or emails. Then a year had passed, seldom has she called her anymore.  She got hospitalized and her finances got tight due to business losses.  She even tried to ask the help of her cousin to contact her daughter, but to no avail.  Until one day,  she got a call from her daughter that she got married and couldn’t afford anymore to give her the money she owed her.  The saddest part was when she said that her daughter would stop communicating with her because  her husband doesn’t like it.   


She asked, "What have I done to deserve this?" Emotionally and financially devastated, she was left with empty promises and has to shoulder the financial burden by herself.   She said there was a glory in her heart that she was able to provide everything for her only daughter.  But there will be more glory for her, if her daughter will be able to realize what she had done to her.  

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" I will sing of your salvation. In you, O Lord, I take refuge; let me never be put to shame. In your justice rescue me and deliver me; incline your ear to me, and save me. Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to give me safety, for you are rock and my fortress. O my God, rescue me from the hand of the wicked. For you are my hope, O Lord, my trust, O God from my youth. On you I depend my birth; from my mother's womb, you are my strength. My mouth shall declare your justice, day by day your salvation. O God, you have taught me from my youth, and till the present I proclaim your wondrous deeds."

Psalm 71:1-2, 3-4a