THE EYE

Thursday, June 11, 2009

My friend

It was night when you were betrayed. Yes, it is always dark when we sin. The room was filled with eerie silence and the sounds of the last song of praise is slowly dying out.......... when you speak.

"One of you will betray me." Stun by your word, they all look up and saw you trying to subdue that loneliness in your eyes. And then with quivering lips you said, " do quickly what you are about to do. "

" Do quickly!" you speak aloud, yet in the silence of your heart they never heard the words trying to get out of your lips...."before my tears starts to fall."

" Is it I, my Lord?" they all said. Except the one who probably said to himself.... how did he know?

How did He know? Did He ever turn his back on us? Does he care? And when he looks at us? What is it like?

When I was younger. I never look up at the picture of Christ hanging on my wall whenever I pray. Simply because I am afraid. Afraid that I may see an angry Christ. A Christ with an accusing eye ...telling me how bad I am...charging me of my wrongdoing. Thats how I pray then. Yes...I never look at him.

Then one day, while praying inside the Chapel of St. Joseph, I felt a top on my shoulder, and I look up. I saw a huge picture of the face of Christ hanging in front of me. He is looking down at me. I got up and move at the back of the Chapel. Here I said to myself his eyes will not reach me. I was wrong. Now he's looking straight at me....it seems to me that I cannot escape the situation so I muster all the courage I have left and begin to stare. As my eyes meet his. My fear slowly banished away. It is not an accusing eyes. It is a compasionate eyes. The eyes that understand. The eyes that says....I LOVE YOU! IT IS ALRIGHT! I KNOW YOU! I UNDERSTAND! Since then I always talk to the eyes that speaks.

Every nice friend is a glimpse of God. It is one of life's blessings...a priceless gift that can never be bought, sold, or forgotten! Take care my friend...remember always I understand because I love you....

"If I had not come" Jn. 15:22

Sunday, December 21, 2008

My friend

I am wondering what the world would be like if Jesus had not come. The world would drastically change isn't it. Santa Clause will not be coming to town. Churches, Cathedrals, Monasteries even the whole Vatican City will disappear on the face of the earth. Pastors, Priest, Nuns, and other charitable institution run by them will vanish. Life styles will radically change. It would be a very different world! I guess this is what we will find ourselves without Christmas. No Jesus ....no Christmas.

The words, faith, hope and love will eventually lost its meaning. Even the word.......forgive will change. An eye for an eye will prevail all over the land. The Bible if it could still be called such will be thinner. No new testament. No epistles of Paul....No word of God. That which is hidden in the old testament will never be revealed because there is no new. For that which is revealed in the new is hidden in the old testament. The Book will just be empty words.

There is a story about a Minister who fall asleep one Christmas morning. He dreamed of a world into which Jesus never came. No Christmas.

In his dream, he saw himself walking through his house, but as he looked, he saw no stockings hung on the chimney, no Christmass tree, no wreath of holly, and no Christ to comfort and gladden hearts or to save us. He then walked onto the street outside, but there was no church with its spire pointing heaven. And when he came back and sat down in his library, he realized that every book about our Savior had disappeared.

The Minister dreamed that the doorbell rang and that a messenger asked him to visit a friend's poor dying mother. He reached her home, and as his friend sat and wept, he said, " I have something here that will comfort you." He opened his Bible to look for a familiar promise of hope and salvation, and all he could do was bow his head and weep with his friend and his mother in bitter despair.

Two days later he stood beside her coffin and conducted her funeral service, but there was no message of comfort, no words of a glorious resurrection, and no thought of a mansion awaiting her in heaven. There was only " dust to dust, and ashes to ashes," and one long, eternal farewell. Finally he realize that Christ had not come, and burst into tears, weeping bitterly in his sorrowful dream.

Then suddenly he awoke with a start, and a great shout of joy and praise burst from his lips as he heard the choir singing these words in the church nearby:

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem

Come and behold him, born the King of angels,

O come let us adore Him,Christ the Lord!

LET US BE GLAD AND REJOICE THIS CHRISTMAS! HE HAS COME!

With Christ all roads leads home!


MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

ANGELS

Saturday, December 13, 2008

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn white dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.

She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.

The next day I decided to go back to the park, out of curiosity, to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

TODAY, I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl sitting all by herself. As we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play or stay alone. As I got closer I could see the back of her dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figure that was the reason why people just passedby and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my stare. As I approached her, I could see the shaped of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped-over form. I smiled to let her know it was okay.......I was there to help if help is needed and to talk.

I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, " Hello." The girl acted shocked and stammered a " Hi" after looking deeply into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smilled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.

I asked the girl why she was so sad. She looked at me with a wan look and said, " Because, I'm different."

I immediately replied, " That you are!" and smiled. The girl looked even sadder and muttered, " I know."

" Little girl," I said, " you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, " Really?"

" Yes you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by."

The girl with a worn out dress smiled , her face lightening up.

Straightening up, she opened the back of her crumpled dress allowed her glorious wings to spread, and said " I am your Guardian Angel!"

I was speechless.

She held my hand and said, " For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done."

I got to my feet, " Wait, why did no one stop to help or even just to talk to you, an angel?"

" With most people distracted by the material world, you were the only one who could see me."

With that, she was gone.

And with that my life was changed dramatically.



DO YOU BELIEVE IN ANGELS?

I DO.....................

A GOD OF A MILLION CHANCE

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Hi my friend. You are really a God of a million chance. You never fail to amaze me. I thought I am gone and you keep on giving me this precious time. Well I am writing again to tell you how grateful I am. I am writing to let your children know that you are really a great Father who looks not on weakness of His child but rather looks with an understanding heart. A heart that accepts everything... me. Yes.......a victory of grace no less...on me.

I always wonder what you see in me. My passion being shared by this God of compassion? My frustrations and pain is not mine alone? But His too? Why my friend do you love me so much? You burst forth life in me amidst its ashes.... joy in my sorrow...laugther in my tears, you're a great friend......and father. A savior!

When ever I contemplate the crucifix hanging on the wall of my room I think I am beginning to understand that there is really power in powerlessness. The cost of this unconditional love for us...for me....the humiliation and pain you suffered, all the way to your last breath just for me...for us.... brought me to this beautiful place called peace. A place where you accept with open arms suffering and pain, knowing that you are sharing the suffering of my ever loving friend who said, " forgive them for they know not what they do." Yes, even to those who tortured and put him to death. The cost it seems is too little compared to the gains of loving.

This story moves me.

" My friend isn't back from the battlefield, sir. Request permission to go out and get him."

" Permission refused," said the officer. " I don't want you to risk your life for a man who is probably dead."

The soldier went, all the same, and an hour later, came back mortally wounded carrying the corpse of his friend. The officer was furious. " I told you he was dead. Now I've lost both of you.

Tell me, was it worth going out there to bring a corpse?"

The dying man replied, " Oh, it was, sir. When I got to him he was still alive. And he said to me

Jack, I was sure you'd come.