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Perpetua, a noblewoman, and Felicity, a slave, were imprisoned and killed on March 7, 203 in Carthage. Carthage is a magnificent ancient city in Tunisia, part of Africa. During Perpetua’s imprisonment, she kept a diary and accounts that provided a vivid picture … Continue reading
I am lost for words, so I am sharing a video of The Last Word. To watch the original 60 second The Mark is a badge of honor of The Last Word click here.
Joining a guided walking and sightseeing holiday in Cuba with Walker’s World is not actually a pilgrimage. However, I made sure that I consider it as one for I always consider myself a pilgrim on this earth. Visiting Churches is … Continue reading
Thanksgiving celebration feels like Christmas and Easter to me. It’s the sharing, giving and gratitude. Where I came from, Philippines, it’s not part of a tradition since every day is Thanksgiving Day. Now that we are in Canada, we embrace … Continue reading
It’s Mother’s Day. I don’t feel like celebrating, not because my Mother has long since gone, not because I do not have children, but because of mother less child.
Every Friday, on the way home, at a corner street, I see a group of people with a baby stroller with no baby in it. Instead pictures of a baby inside of a womb occupies the stroller. Out of curiosity, I asked what is the purpose of their presence and jokingly asked where the real baby is?
“We are here to educate people.”
“About what? “
“Abortion? Why here?”
“See that building across the street? Above that bank is an abortion clinic.”
It was shocking for me to hear that an abortion clinic existed in this area.
“We are standing outside the bubble zone. By law, we are not allowed to protest in front of the building.”
We discussed about abortion for a good half hour while pedestrians passed by in a hurry to catch the bus or the train. I walked away thinking which one of these women that just passed us by just walked out of the building after an abortion. I cannot tell.
“See those men on the other side of the street? They are with us as well. They are there to pray for the women and the aborted babies.”
“I will keep your group in my prayers as well as those women and the dead babies.” And I bid farewell.
With this whole incident, I reflected the life of Mother Mary who had an immaculate conception. This is more of what if situation.
- What if Mother Mary aborted the miraculous conception?
- If she did abort the child, then there would be no Jesus Christ.
- If there is no Jesus Christ, then there is no Christianity.
- If there is no Christianity, then there would have no reverence for life.
I am thankful that Mother Mary said YES.
Prayer for Reverence for Life
Almighty God, giver of all that is good, we thank You for the precious gift of human life:
For life in the womb, coming from your creative power,
For the life of children, making us glad with their freshness and promise,
For the life of young people, hoping for a better world,
For the life of people who are disabled, teaching us that every life has value,
For the life of the elderly, witnessing to the ageless values of patience and wisdom.
Like Blessed Mary, may we always say “YES” to Your gift. May we defend it and promote it from conception to its natural end. And bring us at last, O Father, to the fullness of eternal life in Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Quite the contrary. I must say I have grown fond of writing down thoughts that came to my mind, sharing it with you, your comments and banter. To read so many good post of essays, haiku, poems, personal thoughts, humour, arts and photography, I will sorely miss. And that is an attachment in some ways. One thing that I don’t want to lose sight is my belief and faith. And that is not an attachment. It’s my life.
On the other side of life, I received notices from friends in Facebook that they will be off-line during Lenten season as part of fasting. Thinking about fasting, I will be participating as well not in Facebook but from posting blogs. In Facebook that’s where I do most of the spiritual side of me. Lent will start on Ash Wednesday and ends on Easter Sunday, March 5 to April 20, 2014.
The good news about fasting during Lent, weekend is not counted. Maybe, just maybe, I will participate on the Weekly Photo Challenge and post the Sunday Snippet. Whew, that is relief for me. This does not mean that I will abstain from reading your post and liking it. I will still be hovering around at a lesser frequency during weekdays.
What I will abstain from is commenting, thus the sound of silence.
Religion is a strange conversation especially when an Atheist, a Sikh, a Christian and a Catholic discuss it. I am the Catholic.
The Atheist asked me a question how do we determine Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday. How many days are there?
Well, the Sikh is a mathematician and from the top of his head he came up with the number 45 days. The Christian joined in, pulled out a calendar, started counting the number of days and confirmed its 45 days.
And I said: “You guys got it all wrong. Its 40 days excluding Sunday.”
A recount ensued to prove that it’s correct. Of course, I am correct since I learnt from my error last year. I sacrificed myself for more than 40 days and I didn’t turn “holy”.
The Atheist is still not satisfied. Being an Atheist, she questions everything. Fair enough since I question everything myself, too. The next question was that these days keep on changing every year. Sometimes Ash Wednesday is early then Easter is early, as well.
This time I’m stumped for I do not know the answer. Being a Catholic when it comes to calendar of events, I just follow the schedule. It’s a worthy question and this is something I really don’t have the answer. Just like a good Catholic the answer can be found through Google.
Based on my research it all depends on:
- Spring Equinox
- Easter falls on the first Sunday after the full moon of the following month
- Ash Wednesday is counting 40 days backwards excluding Sundays
Spring was on March 21. The first full moon the following month is on April 15. The first Sunday after the full moon is April 20 and this what we call Easter Sunday. Back to the calendar, we all started counting backwards, excluding the Sundays and it worked. We were all filled with glee in learning new things.
The Atheist proclaimed: “Allah is good!” And I responded: “Thanks be to Google.”
This is the simplest way I can explain it to a cross cultural conversation without having to tell them about Paschal moon, Gregorian Calendar and a conflict in the beginning between the Jewish and Christian calendar.
Thousands of Catholic families from around the world gathered at the Vatican over the weekend to celebrate the Year of Faith with Pope Francis.A small group of children was invited to sit on the pope’s platform to listen to speakers from across the world speak about their faith and families.
This year we gathered for baby James’s baptism and Sean’s first communion. The baby is fast asleep and Sean is proud showing off his creative side. Children when asked if they are telling the truth, the response is normally a resounding YES. Of course. they are telling the truth. Look at these innocent faces. They are such angels in the making.
There are also confirmation, weddings, renewal of vows and funeral gatherings. The centre of all of this is our Catholic faith.
What makes these events memorable is the sharing of stories, the one-up-man-ship and the race who can tell the best story. We love stories. One time, I managed to beat my brother-in-law in telling a story. When it was his turn, his opening remark was “You stole my thunder.”
Back to tell me the truth, the event was at Mother’s funeral mass in April 2010. When one is grieving, it’s so easy to be distracted. I remember losing my keys in the church. How or where I misplaced it was beyond me. Going from pew to pew, retracing my steps, who I saw, asking the family and children if they have seen or found my keys.
The children said ” I dunno.” Really, I thought. I was a child before and something tells me that this is untrue. No point on upsetting people in an upsetting gathering.
Eventually, it was found. How it was found, I cannot remember. One thing though the act, the thief and the liar is all recorded and I have proof. The guilty person cannot argue with this picture as he was reaching for the keys behind me with his mischievous smile.
And I cannot help but smile, the children grow up and they love listening to this story.
“A family that prays together, stays together.”
“Create in me a pure heart, oh God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” ~ Psalm 51:10
“And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil” ~ Matthew 6:13