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Thousands of people were gathered on that day. What attracted me is this family with three children. Two girls and a boy. It reminded me what happened more than a century ago, a story of three ordinary children. They may … Continue reading
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“Grace is nothing else but a certain beginning of glory within us.” – St. Thomas Aquinas He writes the way he speaks. With kindness. With love. With compassion. I will miss him.
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We have kinsman in our family whose name cannot be named. This is how I would like to start the story of our generation. Or better yet: Why have I found favour in your sight that you should take notice … Continue reading
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It is a challenge and a hair-raising experience to go on a pilgrimage. It’s not an ordinary travel just because we paid an enormous amount of money to travel in luxury and be catered to. I join a pilgrimage because … Continue reading
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At the HUB, corner of Broadway and Victoria, is where I get my connector to go to work. Here I meet all kinds of people carrying with them stories waiting to be told. One only has to stop, talk to … Continue reading
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Hounding maybe a dogs’ business, so do cats. They will never stop until such time they get what they want. A bark here and a meow there. Incessantly. Finally, we give in because we love them not because we want … Continue reading
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Parables make me think especially the parable of the seeds. It’s focused on the seeds scattered and sown. Some grew, some withered, some died, some bear fruit. The seeds are us. I beg to differ. We are the soil. We … Continue reading
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In Twitter, the people that I connect with are interested in finding facts. And rightly so, they are politically inclined. They are very much into this world. It is what it is, so they say and then they improve on … Continue reading
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A little girl asked her mother, ‘How did the human race appear?’ The mother answered, ‘God made Adam and Eve and they had children and then all mankind was made.’ Two days later the girl asked her father the same … Continue reading
THERE ARE TWO WAYS of remembering. One is to make an excursion from the living present back into the dead past. The old sock remembers how things used to be when you and I were young. The faraway look in his eyes is partly the beer and partly that he’s really far away.
The other way is to summon the dead past back into the living present. The young widow remembers her husband, and he is there beside her.
When Jesus said, “Do this in remembrance of me,” (1 Corinthians 11:24) he was not prescribing a periodic slug of nostalgia.
~ Frederick Buckner
