The day I did everything differently...
Words create worlds. It has been my dream to create worlds, worlds that I can live with amidst the vicissitudes of living. Words are like the all-powerful black hole that swallows everything whole. This is my dream and this is my world. I want to enter into my world by escaping far from it and embracing it at the same time. And you may ask... Is that possible? Fortunately, yes, in my own world, nothing is impossible. I am a creator of world in my own words and i can pretty much live in that state. How far can i go, i asked myself... I reply as long as words are present i am and will always be...
Oh! But sadly, at times i am engaged in a serious thought whether or not, i can invite other person like me to live in my word, to live in my world. Maybe, it is another story...Maybe there is that all-powerful, all-embracing word that exist somewhere. And the only way we can encounter such a Word is through revelation. This Word i humbly acknowledge does not come from us. It is above and over us, and yet it embraces us just the same... In the beginning was the Word and the Word was face to face with God.
As i am growing up and encounters many a great realization, i became aware that my words, my worlds are of finite quality. Yes, it stretches beyond me but up to a certain point only. My word, my world can only go as far at it can and no more. Oh! How i wish it were possible to go beyond my limits and yet... Hence, before this humble truth I once more acknowledge...In the beginning was the Word... and the Word Became Flesh for love of us all...
February 23, 2016
The Cross was embraced by you my dear Jesus. You carried it in your arms prayerfully and without any complaint. The nails fastened you to the wood of the cross. By these nails you allowed yourself to be firmly secured to the wood that everyone abhors. The wood of the Cross was horrible enough and the nails have made you physically and symbolically united to all that represents the fallen humanity. The nails were driven to your hands and feet. You hear the deafening pounding sound of the hammer as it pierces your hands and feet. You feel the excruciating pain it gives and yet like a trusting lamb, you allowed yourself to be led to the slaughter. What an example of charity? What a model of docile obedience? The charity of the passion and docile obedience are landmarks of Franciscan spirituality. St. Francis of Assisi have contemplated such nail-wounds in his body too. He who has been endowed with the five marks of the passion of our Lord Jesus Christ knew too well how it i...
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