From Tiny Steps to a Cap and Gown

Today is one of the happiest moments of my life. It is my daughter Kayla’s graduation day, and I find myself unable to contain my emotions. I have cried tears of pure joy today because, finally, after all these years of hard work, she has finished her studies.

As I watched her, I couldn't help but remember the days when she was just a little girl. I remembered bringing her to school and picking her up every afternoon. It feels like only yesterday that she was small enough for me to carry on my shoulders. I smiled thinking about the "constant battle" it was to bring her home from her grandparents' house because she loved staying there so much.

One of my favourite memories is racing her and her brother, Keiron, from the nearest Tube station to our house. We would sprint home just to have lunch together, and in those moments, I wished the noon-time races would never end.

Of course, it wasn't always easy. I recall the days I had to scold her for not finishing her assignments or the times her teachers wanted to speak with me. I remember the late nights spent preparing her for the Carnaval—whether it was crafting a bespoke costume or helping her with her makeup. Then there were the calls from the principal about her "little accidents." From bumps on the head and scratched knees to simple ankle sprains, she was always so prone to accidents!

But through all the scrapes and the scoldings, she always shone. I will never forget the way she stood out among the other students, especially when she would sing in front of a crowd. I will cherish those memories as long as I live.

Today, she accomplished her mission. I always told her, “Finish your studies; that is the one task I want you to complete.” It wasn't always a smooth road, but she did it.

Now, my prayer is that she continues to dream—and to dream big. This stage of her life isn't the end; it’s just the beginning of something huge. I pray for her happiness, for her success, and that she enters this next chapter with a bright spirit and endless enthusiasm.

May the Lord bless her and keep her always. May He make His face shine upon her and guide her on this new journey. The journey that is life.  

The Call to Serve in CFC: A Journey of Faith and Humility

 

I just want to share with you our sharing in the last CFC Mission Core Group Online Gathering for the month of September. This is our journey as leaders in CFC Couples For Christ.

Francis: Good evening, brothers and sisters! May the peace and love of our Lord be with you all! I am Bro. Francis Chua and my loving wife, Sis. Mavic Chua. We are one of the unit leaders in CFC London A Chapter.

We are here before you tonight to share a journey — one that has spanned over two decades in Couples For Christ. It is a story not of merits or titles, but of a profound lesson that God has etched into our hearts: true leadership is about serving with love and humility. We've learned to silence the voice that seeks recognition and, instead, focus on the one thing that truly matters: deepening our relationship with God and with all of you, our brethren.

Our journey began in 1996 when I completed the Christian Life Program (CLP) for Singles For Christ (SFC) in Batangas City. My future wife, however, became an SFC member two years later in Barcelona in 1998. After graduating from college, I moved to Spain in 1999. It was there, serving in the church choir, that our paths finally crossed.

Mavic: As we became more active in SFC, our roles in the community brought us closer. I was the unit head of SFC that time, and he was one of my household leaders. Our time together led to intimate conversations, and soon, our friendship blossomed into a beautiful romance.

In 2001, we were married and began our service as a couple in Couples For Christ. We started as members, but God had bigger plans. Just one year later, we were called to lead as CFC household leaders.

While serving as household leaders, we were given the opportunity to serve in our youngest ministry, Kids For Christ (KFC), as couple coordinators for five years. We cherished the memories we shared with the kids and the younger generations. We led a team to the European Kids Village (EKV) held in Rome, Italy; Marseilles, France; and Frankfurt, Germany. We also attended several European conferences and leaders' training.

Working with our senior and junior kids required a lot of patience and humility. We learned that to deal effectively with parents and guardians, one must set aside their ego.

Francis: In 2006, we were discerned to be the Chapter Leaders in our area. At that time, CFC in Barcelona was just one area, so I was the Area Head. It was a challenging role. As Chapter Leaders, we were also the mission and support coordinators, handling the finances, the tithes and other administrative tasks for CFC Barcelona. We managed everything well until a storm hit our community in 2007.

That was when CFC was divided into two groups: CFC GLOBAL (our present CFC) and CFC FFL (now MFC, Missionaries For Christ). We had to make a difficult decision: align ourselves with only one group.

During our General Assembly, where we had to make a decision, the governance team recommended that the assembly choose CFC GLOBAL based on a prior vote. The body then voted to decide which group to align with. Out of more than 70 attendees, only four members voted against the recommendation, making it a majority decision to choose CFC GLOBAL. Everything seemed to go well until the closing prayer, when the four members voiced their decision not to join us. They said they had to align themselves with the other group.

It was very hard for me to accept this. My aim was to maintain the unity of the group, and I felt it was my failure that CFC Barcelona was divided. I was heartbroken and cried a lot. However, this experience was a clear reminder that our ways are not always God's ways and that He has other plans. It humbled me to realize that even when we are in a leadership position, the Lord is always in control and will decide what is best for His people. With humility, we were able to accept the reality that we would be two separate groups journeying toward holiness.

Mavic: After our term as Chapter Leaders, we were called to a new mission: serving as the SFC Coordinators for three years. As members of the governance team, our most challenging and humbling task was opening a new area in Girona, a province in Catalunya. We also became the Area Coordinator of Girona, traveling there twice a month to look after our new brethren.

Just one year later, we celebrated a monumental victory for God's kingdom. We convinced three couples — all of whom were Protestants (Seventh Day Adventist) — to take their sacred marriage vows in a "kasalang bayan," or community wedding sponsored by Couples For Christ Barcelona. This wasn't just an achievement; it was a testament to the power of our shared faith. 

An accomplishment like this could have easily led us to seek praise and acknowledgment, but it taught us a more profound lesson: our purpose is not to chase glory for ourselves but to serve others for the glory of God alone.

Francis: In 2016, I made the difficult decision to leave Barcelona for London, seeking what many call "greener pastures." But leaving wasn't just about a new job; it was about leaving behind my service and the community of CFC that I had poured my life into.

The timing made it even harder. The top leadership was in the process of restructuring the national governance of Spain, and I knew I was a strong candidate to become the Country Head. The temptation to stay and to lead was powerful.

Yet, once again, God called me to a deeper level of humility. He asked me to let go of everything I had established and to return to the very beginning. To go back to basics. I had to surrender my plans and the position I could have had. This was a test of faith, a moment where I had to choose God's path over my own.

While I was in London, my wife continued to serve as the coordinator for the Handmaids of the Lord in Barcelona. In 2018, she and our children made the brave move to join me. The transition was a difficult one for all of us, but we eventually settled into our new life and began a new adventure together in London.

Mavic: As a couple in London, we began as members in a new CFC household. After years of juggling countless responsibilities in Spain, this period felt like a "honeymoon" in service — a chance to simply focus on our household and our own spiritual growth.

But our “honeymoon” was short-lived. Just one year later, we were called to become Household Leaders, and a year after that, we took on the roles of Unit Leaders for the London A Chapter. As if that weren't enough, I also now serve as the Chapter Head of the Handmaids of the Lord.

Truly, God has been so good to us. Through every twist and turn of our journey in the CFC community, He has drilled one powerful lesson into our hearts: leadership is about being a servant. This isn't just a role; it's a calling to serve, not to be served. It's a humbling act that strips away the need for recognition and replaces it with a burning desire to know God's will above our own.

Francis: If we were to step back or turn away from the community, someone else would take our place because this is not our work; it is the Lord's work. God’s work will continue, and CFC will continue, regardless of whether we are in or out. Long after we are gone — from this generation to generations yet to come! CFC will continue! God is great, all the time! 

May God be praised!

When the Body Slows, the Soul Wakes Up

I've reached a stage in my life where I'm no longer concerned with my career. What matters most to me now is cherishing every moment I have with my family, living in the present, and creating memorable experiences. Time is indeed a precious gift, and it's humbling to realize that it's running out—not in the sense that I'm dying, but in the sense that getting old can be challenging to cope with. I'm starting to feel more frequent toothaches, it's easier to gain weight than to lose it, and I'm becoming tired more often from a simple walk. My body just can't keep up with what my brain wants to do anymore. I think aging is taking a toll on me physically, but mentally, my mind remains strong.

I believe our health is directly proportional to time; when your health fails, your time is up. That's why I feel the need to make the best of the time I have left and not wait until retirement to enjoy life. My dad passed away just four years after he retired, and he spent the last year of his life almost bedridden. Waiting for retirement to start experiencing a quality life is a big mistake. We need to live in the present and cherish the time we have with our family and loved ones. We shouldn't dwell on the past or live with regrets about what we haven't accomplished, nor should we worry about the future and its uncertainties. Instead, we should enjoy our present moments while they last.

To those of you in your late 40s, our prime may have passed, but our minds are still strong and in control. It's never too late. Do what you love to do today and don't delay! There's still time left as long as we have our present. Live to the fullest.

With all this in mind, we must never forget that God is the one who made us. He is the one who gave us this precious time and these moments. He made us who we are today and gave us everything we have in our lives. That's why in all the things that we do, we should offer them to God Almighty. Prioritize Him and spend more time with Him. At the end of our day here on earth, at our very last breath, that will be the start of our very first breath in heaven. Eternal life is waiting for us. That is the goal we should all be striving for: a life with Jesus, the King of Glory, forever!  

The Gift of a Mother's Love: A Birthday Tribute

The weight of unspoken words hangs heavy in my heart. I, a man of few words, struggle to express the depth of my love for my mother. Though a simple phone call lies within easy reach, connecting us across the miles that separate Barcelona from my own life, I often find myself hesitant. Is it a fear of uttering empty pleasantries? Am I simply too engaged in the whirlwind of my own existence? Perhaps.

My childhood was a tapestry woven with threads of longing. At the tender age of ten or eleven, I witnessed my mother depart for Spain, leaving a gaping hole in my young heart. The absence of her maternal embrace cast a long shadow over my formative years. I grappled with a sense of detachment, adrift in a sea of unfamiliar emotions. There were periods, I confess, when the very memory of her faded, as if I were a solitary island, forced to weather life's storms alone. My father, God rest his soul, provided an inconstant presence, but it was a different kind of love, a unique story to tell someday if God's willing.

My mother, with a firm determination, toiled tirelessly to pave the way for our education back in the Philippines. Her sacrifices fuelled my academic pursuits, culminating in my college degree – a testament to her tireless hard work. In 2000, she guided my footsteps to Barcelona, a city that would become the backdrop for my own journey of self-discovery, the foundation upon which I built my family and forged a future.

Looking back, I may harbour a few "what ifs," a yearning to alter certain choices along the winding path of my life. Yet, I embrace the totality of my experiences, the triumphs and the missteps alike. This life, with all its imperfections, is the one I chose, the one I was destined to live. And for that, I am eternally grateful to my mother. Without her love and support, my life would be an entirely different, and undoubtedly, a far less fulfilling story.

My mother is not without her flaws. Her spirit, at times, can be a formidable force, challenging to navigate, my siblings can attest to that. But these imperfections are merely facets of her complex and vibrant personality. She sacrificed countless dreams for the sake of her children, her steadfast love extending to my own children and my wife.

Today, on her 71st birthday, I wish to honour the extraordinary woman who shaped my destiny. Words, however fluent, seem inadequate to express the profound gratitude I feel. I simply want her to know that the man I am today is a direct reflection of her enduring love and unwavering support.

Happy Birthday, Mom. May the Lord bless you with an abundance of joy, peace, and good health. May His face shine upon you and grant you His amazing grace. Amen.

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A Day of Health and Hope

Last Monday, I decided to take a much-needed break. A looming GP appointment, scheduled for the afternoon, prompted me to clear my entire day. While the morning might have seemed dull, it was surprisingly productive. I managed to coordinate with the gas engineer for my annual inspection, ensuring a smooth and efficient process.

However, beneath the surface of a seemingly ordinary day, a wave of anxiety was brewing. My primary concern was the rapid spread of eczema on my left ankle. This, coupled with recent episodes of nighttime breathing difficulties, had me worried. Given my history of high blood pressure, I knew that these new symptoms could potentially complicate my health. The added inconvenience of frequent nighttime trips to the bathroom, a possible sign of an enlarged prostate, further intensified my worries. As I prepared for my appointment, I couldn't shake off a sense of unease. But I chose to trust God for divine intervention, hoping for the best.

The appointment itself was brief but comprehensive. I underwent an ECG and provided blood and urine samples for testing. The doctor prescribed medication for my eczema and emphasized the importance of regular exercise and weight loss.

Two days later, I received the results: all clear! A wave of relief washed over me. I was grateful that the tests had revealed no serious underlying conditions. It was a clear reminder that our health is our greatest asset, and we must prioritize it.

I encourage all of you to make regular check-ups a part of your routine. Early detection and timely intervention are crucial in maintaining good health. Let's cherish the gift of life and strive for a healthier, happier future.

God bless!

By the way, I chose this image of Cywen, my sleepy companion, for this blog. She basically turned me into a human cat bed that day after my GP appointment.

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Eleven Years Later... A Resurgence

It feels like a lifetime ago. Eleven long years. A decade and a year of silence. A digital void. Yet, here I am, dusting off the cobwebs of this forgotten corner of the internet. A stroke of luck, perhaps, that this little space I once called my own still exists, untouched by the relentless march of time.

A surge of nostalgia washes over me as I sit down to craft these words. The familiar hum of the keyboard, the blank page beckoning me to fill it with thoughts and dreams. It's as if an old friend has returned, inviting me to rekindle a passion long thought vanished.

The satisfaction of creating something from nothing is a feeling I had almost forgotten. To weave together fragments of my thoughts, experiences, and emotions into a coherent narrative is a relieving experience. Each keystroke is a brushstroke, painting a picture of my soul onto the canvas of the digital world.

A part of me hopes that these words will linger long after I'm gone, a testament to my existence, a piece of my spirit captured in time. Perhaps, a future reader will stumble upon these pages, finding comfort, inspiration, or simply a moment of connection.

To those of you who have chosen to accompany me on this journey, I am eternally grateful. Your presence, your silent understanding, and your occasional feedback have been a source of immense encouragement. By sharing a piece of yourself with me, you've become a part of my story.

May these words inspire you to live life to the fullest, to chase your dreams, and to embrace every moment, no matter how swift. Let's journey together, hand in hand, through the labyrinth of life, leaving a positive impact on the world around us.

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A Leap of Faith

Daily Gospel: Matthew 9:27-31

As Jesus passed by, two blind men followed him, crying out, “Son of David, have pity on us!” When he entered the house, the blind men approached him and Jesus said to them, “Do you believe that I can do this?” “Yes, Lord,” they said to him. Then he touched their eyes and said, “Let it be done for you according to your faith.” And their eyes were opened. Jesus warned them sternly, “See that no one knows about this.” But they went out and spread word of him through all that land.

Reflection: A Leap of Faith

Today's gospel reading, from Matthew 9:27-31, recounts the story of two blind men who cry out to Jesus for healing. It's truly inspiring their unwavering faith, despite their disability. They believed in Jesus' power to heal them, and their belief was rewarded.

On a personal level, I can relate to this story. There have been many times in my life when I've felt lost and unable to see clearly, much like the blind men in the gospel. During these difficult moments, I've turned my eyes to Jesus, looking for guidance and strength.

It reminds me of the profound importance of faith. A faith so deep that it abides in the trust of Jesus' power to heal. This kind of faith that is essential to guide us through the stormy seas and to anchor us to the ground amidst many challenges and trials in our life.

I'm also grateful for the gift of sight, both physical and spiritual. May we all strive to have the faith of the two blind men, and to trust in God's love and divine intervention.

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A Silent Prayer and a Childlike Faith

Daily Gospel: Luke 10:21-24

Jesus rejoiced in the Holy Spirit and said, "I give you praise, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, for although you have hidden these things from the wise and the learned you have revealed them to the childlike. Yes, Father, such has been your gracious will. All things have been handed over to me by my Father. No one knows who the Son is except the Father, and who the Father is except the Son and anyone to whom the Son wishes to reveal him."

Turning to the disciples in private he said, "Blessed are the eyes that see what you see. For I say to you, many prophets and kings desired to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it."

Reflection: A Silent Prayer and a Childlike Faith

Earlier today, a touching scene unfolded before my eyes. An elderly woman, tears streaming down her face, sat a few rows behind me on the bus. She tapped her bus pass, her fingers trembling slightly. I hesitated, unsure if I should offer comfort or if it would be an intrusion. In the end, I chose silence.

Instead, I offered a silent prayer, asking God to ease her pain and provide the solace she needed. This brief encounter, though silent, resonated deeply with the Gospel reading for the day.

Jesus' words in Luke 10:21-24 struck within my soul. He praises His Father for revealing divine truths to the "little ones," those who are humble and open to God's grace. It’s a powerful reminder that true wisdom doesn’t stem from intellectual pursuits or worldly achievements. It comes from a humble heart, open to God's grace and mercy.

I often find myself caught in the trap of seeking answers and knowledge, relying on my own understanding to navigate life's challenges. However, in doing so, I neglect the most important thing: listening to God's voice and trusting in His divine plan.

Jesus encourages us to embrace a childlike faith, a faith that is pure, innocent, and totally reliant on God. It's a faith that doesn't question, but simply trusts. A faith that doesn't seek to understand, but accepts God's will without reservation.

As I reflect on this experience, I am reminded of the power of prayer and the importance of a childlike faith. The elderly woman on the bus, and countless others like her, are seeking God's love and guidance. Let us pray for them, and for ourselves, that we may always turn to God in times of trouble and trust in His loving care.

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The Sacred Pit: A Place of Suffering and Hope

Daily Gospel: Luke 21:12-19

Jesus said to the crowd: “They will seize and persecute you, they will hand you over to the synagogues and to prisons, and they will have you led before kings and governors because of my name. It will lead to your giving testimony. Remember, you are not to prepare your defence beforehand, for I myself shall give you a wisdom in speaking that all your adversaries will be powerless to resist or refute. You will even be handed over by parents, brothers, relatives, and friends, and they will put some of you to death. You will be hated by all because of my name, but not a hair on your head will be destroyed. By your perseverance you will secure your lives.”

Reflection: The Sacred Pit: A Place of Suffering and Hope

The Sacred Pit, a dimly lit chamber beneath the Church of St. Peter in Gallicantu in Jerusalem, is believed to be the very place where Jesus was imprisoned the night before his crucifixion. We had the privilege of visiting this historic site in the summer of last year.

I chose this image as a reminder of the Gospel reading for today from St. Luke 21:12-19. While Jesus warned his disciples of the trials and tribulations they would face, including persecution, betrayal, and even death, He Himself experienced first-hand the harsh conditions of this small and dark chamber before His own crucifixion.

Jesus explicitly stated that his followers will be persecuted and betrayed and it will come from within, with family members and friends turning against them. But, amidst this forecast, He offers a message of hope and endurance. He assured them that not a hair on their heads will be lost, suggesting divine protection and ultimate victory.

While we may not face the same level of physical persecution as Jesus and His disciples, we still encounter trials and tribulations in our daily lives. These can range from workplace discrimination and family disagreements to social exclusion based on our beliefs.

This calls us to embrace our own cross, sharing in Christ's suffering and trusting in God's control, even in the darkest of times. With God's grace, we can overcome any obstacle. By reflecting on these verses, we can draw strength and inspiration to face whatever challenges may come our way.

A Lesson in True Generosity

Daily Gospel: Luke 21:1-4

When Jesus looked up he saw some wealthy people putting their offerings into the treasury and he noticed a poor widow putting in two small coins. He said, “I tell you truly, this poor widow put in more than all the rest; for those others have all made offerings from their surplus wealth, but she, from her poverty, has offered her whole livelihood.”

Reflection: A Lesson in True Generosity

Today's Gospel reading from St. Luke paints an intense picture of a poor widow who, with humble faith, offered two small coins to God at the temple. As Jesus observed this act of selfless devotion, He praised her offering, declaring that she had given more than all the wealthy people who had cast large sums into the treasury. These wealthy individuals, with their abundant resources, had merely given a fraction of their wealth. In contrast, the widow had given her all. Her offering, born from a heart overflowing with love and faith, was a testament to her unwavering trust in God's providence.

This story has made me reflect deeply on my own relationship with God. Am I truly generous with Him? Do I give Him my best, or do I merely offer the scraps that are left over after I've taken care of myself? The widow's sacrifice challenges me to examine my own heart and to consider the true meaning of generosity. She, despite her poverty, gave everything she had to live on. Her act of faith was a powerful statement, a testament to the depth of her love for God. It's an absolute contrast to my own offerings, which often feel more like a token gesture rather than a heartfelt sacrifice.

This story calls me to a deeper level of commitment. It challenges me to re-evaluate my priorities and to make God the centre of my life. I'm inspired by the widow's example and I'm determined to follow her lead. I want to give my best to God, no matter the cost. I want to offer Him my 4 T's (time, talents, treasures and testimonies). I want to love Him with all my heart, mind, and soul.

Learning from Jesus' Tears

Daily Gospel: Luke 19:41-44

As Jesus drew near Jerusalem, he saw the city and wept over it, saying, “If this day you only knew what makes for peace–but now it is hidden from your eyes. For the days are coming upon you when your enemies will raise a palisade against you; they will encircle you and hem you in on all sides. They will smash you to the ground and your children within you, and they will not leave one stone upon another within you because you did not recognize the time of your visitation.”

Reflection: Learning from Jesus' Tears

In the picture above is the Church of Dominus Flevit (“The Lord Wept” in Latin). The Church is located on the western slope of the Mount of Olives and marks the place where Jesus wept over Jerusalem in Luke 19:41-44. The church was built in 1953 to commemorate Jesus' triumphal entry to the city. As you'll see in the picture, the church is made in the form of a teardrop to commemorate the spot where Jesus wept. We went there in a pilgrimage over a year ago.

As I pondered this passage, I was struck by Jesus' deep love and compassion for Jerusalem, despite its impending destruction. His tears were not merely a response to the city's physical demise, but a lament for the spiritual blindness that had overtaken its people, a blindness that prevented them from recognizing and embracing God's mercy.

Reflecting on my own heart, I am confronted with the reality of my own limitations. How often do I fail to see the world through God's eyes? Do I truly love others as Jesus loves them, even when they are difficult to love? Am I willing to share in the sorrows of those who mourn and the joys of those who celebrate?

Inspired by Jesus' example, I am called to prayer. To intercede for my fellow human beings, my brethren, and to lift up those who are broken, suffering, or lost. May I strive to see the world as Jesus sees it, filled with divine love and infinite mercy.

The Sycamore Tree: A Symbol of Faith and Renewal

Daily Gospel: Luke 19:1-10

He entered Jericho and was passing through. And there was a man named Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector, and rich. And he sought to see who Jesus was, but could not, on account of the crowd, because he was small of stature. So he ran on ahead and climbed up into a sycamore tree to see him, for he was to pass that way. And when Jesus came to the place, he looked up and said to him, "Zacchaeus, make haste and come down; for I must stay at your house today." So he made haste and came down, and received him joyfully. And when they saw it they all murmured, "He has gone in to be the guest of a man who is a sinner." And Zacchaeus stood and said to the Lord, "Behold, Lord, the half of my goods I give to the poor; and if I have defrauded any one of anything, I restore it fourfold." And Jesus said to him, "Today salvation has come to this house, since he also is a son of Abraham. For the Son of man came to seek and to save the lost."

Reflection: The Sycamore Tree: A Symbol of Faith and Renewal

The weathered sycamore tree, pictured above, is believed to be the very one Zacchaeus climbed to catch a glimpse of Jesus. We had the privilege of seeing this historic site during our pilgrimage to the Holy Land over a year ago. As we passed by on our way to Jericho, we couldn't help but reflect on the powerful story that unfolded in this very spot.

Gazing upon this ancient sycamore tree, I’m filled with a sense of inspiration. Zacchaeus, a man of humble stature, yearned to see Jesus. Despite the packed crowd of people, he persevered, climbing the tree to gain a better view. In our own lives, we often find ourselves overwhelmed by the chaos of daily existence: demanding work, tight schedules, and anxious thoughts. It's easy to lose sight of what truly matters. This historic tree serves as a reminder to pause, reflect, and seek a higher purpose. May we, like Zacchaeus, strive to rise above life's challenges and find solace in the presence of God.

Zacchaeus’s story doesn’t end with his meeting with Jesus. Inspired by the divine encounter, he committed to a life of repentance and renewal. He not only sought forgiveness but also extended an invitation to Jesus to share a meal at his home. This powerful act challenges us to go beyond mere contemplation and take concrete steps towards personal transformation. As we deepen our faith, we must accompany it with actions that reflect our commitment to God. By renouncing our sins and making amends for past wrongs, we create space for Christ to reign supreme in our hearts and lives.

Open wide our hearts, Lord, and make them your eternal home. We welcome your presence, your guidance, and your love. May your light illuminate our lives and transform us from deep within.

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We Are All Blind

Daily Gospel: Luke 18:35-43

As Jesus approached Jericho, a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging. When he heard the crowd going by, he asked what was happening. They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.”

He called out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Those who led the way rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”

Jesus stopped and ordered the man to be brought to him. When he came near, Jesus asked him, “What do you want me to do for you?”

“Lord, I want to see,” he replied.

Jesus said to him, “Receive your sight; your faith has healed you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus, praising God. When all the people saw it, they also praised God.

Reflection: We Are All Blind

Have you ever felt lost, like a blind man stumbling in the dark? I have. We all have. In today’s Gospel, we read about a blind man who, despite his physical limitation, possessed a profound faith that moved Jesus to heal him. This story resonates with me deeply, for I believe we are all spiritually blind in our own way.

We are blinded by the world's distractions, by our own selfishness and pride. We focus on material possessions, on social status, and on personal achievements. We forget the true meaning of life, the love of God, and the purpose He has for us. We limit God to our own understanding, forgetting His infinite power and love.

But just like the blind man, we can cry out to Jesus, seeking His healing touch. We can persevere in our faith, even when it seems hopeless. We can trust in His mercy and grace.

When we turn to Jesus, we receive the gift of spiritual sight. We begin to see the world through His eyes, with love, compassion, and forgiveness. We experience the peace that surpasses all understanding, the joy that fills our hearts, and the hope that sustains us.

Let us not be content with our spiritual blindness. Let us seek the Lord with all our hearts. Let us call upon His name and trust in His promises. For He is always there, ready to heal our wounds and guide our steps.

As the Gospel reminds us, God is not confined to our limited understanding. He is infinitely greater than we can imagine. He is a loving and merciful God, always willing to forgive and restore. So let us open our hearts to Him, and let His light shine through us.

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Lost Years, Found Words

It has been a decade since I last chronicled the lives of my dearest Keiron and Kayla. These two, my precious gems, my inspirations and the loves of my life, have blossomed from young children into remarkable individuals. As I ponder the passage of time, I yearn to relive those lost years, to capture their essence in words. If only I could turn back the clock and preserve those precious memories.

Writing and I seem to have a fickle relationship. Life’s demands pull me in different directions, and this essential part of me is forgotten. It’s a shame that I let this blog fall by the wayside. But now, as I reconnect with it, a wave of nostalgia washes over me, stirring the memories of the past.

It's a bittersweet reflection to realize that I've neglected to journal our lives for the past eleven years. Countless important milestones have slipped through my fingers. The journey has been filled with twists and turns, both triumphs and setbacks, joy and sorrow, and the delicate dance of relationships.

Keiron, once a vibrant, outgoing boy, has retreated into a shell. The once-friendly little fellow is now a timid teenager, lost in his own digital world. His days outside school revolve around his phone, a solitary pursuit that has replaced the joy of human interaction. While I understand the allure of technology, it pains me to see my son isolated most of the time.

Yet, beneath this introverted façade, the sweet boy I know still exists. He still offers me the occasional hug and kiss, a precious reminder of the innocence he once possessed. How different from his sister, who has embraced adulthood with a certain detachment. The girl I once knew, eager for affection, is now a self-conscious young woman.

It's heart-breaking to witness these transformations. The children I once held in my arms are now navigating the complexities of adolescence and adulthood. As a parent, I can only hope that they find their way, even as I grapple with the bittersweet reality of change.

Kayla, on the other hand, remains the life of the party. Her social calendar is packed, and she’s constantly immersed in the company of friends. Her life is a whirlwind of social events, filled with endless group chats and meetings. This year alone, she’s already made multiple trips to Edinburgh for weddings, a testament to her expansive social circle. 

Her involvement in YFC and SFC has undoubtedly shaped her into the outgoing, compassionate young woman she is today. These communities have not only provided her with a strong support system but have also deepened her faith. It’s heart-warming to see how her Catholic faith has flourished. 

I could write volumes about these two extraordinary individuals. One blog post simply won’t suffice to capture their essence. I long to delve deeper into their lives, to share their passions, their struggles, and their triumphs. I want to explore their evolving faith, their unique personalities, and the intricate details of their daily lives.

Above all, I cherish them beyond measure. They are my heart and soul, my greatest treasures. I vow to love and support them unconditionally, always. As I sit here, penning these words, a sense of peace washes over me. The joy of writing has returned, and I’m eager to share more of our story with the world.

Heaven on Earth

Daily Gospel: Luke 17:20-25

Asked by the Pharisees when the Kingdom of God would come, Jesus said in reply, "The coming of the Kingdom of God cannot be observed, and no one will announce, 'Look, here it is,' or, 'There it is.' For behold, the Kingdom of God is among you."

Then he said to his disciples, "The days will come when you will long to see one of the days of the Son of Man, but you will not see it. There will be those who will say to you, 'Look, there he is,' or 'Look, here he is.' Do not go off, do not run in pursuit. For just as lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other, so will the Son of Man be in his day. But first he must suffer greatly and be rejected by this generation."

Reflection: Heaven On Earth

Have you ever wondered when the Kingdom of God will come? Many people throughout history have pondered this question. Jesus, however, offered a surprising answer: "The Kingdom of God is among you" (Luke 17:21). This profound truth challenges us to reimagine what it means to live a life of faith.

We may be tempted to look for grand signs or distant prophecies, but the Kingdom of God is not a future event. It's a present reality, a spiritual realm that breaks into our world. It's found in the quiet moments of prayer, the acts of service we perform, and the love we share with one another.

St. Therese of Lisieux, one of my favourite saints, beautifully captured this idea: "I will do my heaven by doing good on earth." She understood that heaven begins here and now, in the ordinary moments of our lives. When we choose to love our neighbour, forgive our enemies, and live with compassion, we are participating in the building of God's Kingdom.

Let us embrace this truth and live as citizens of heaven. Let us seek to love as Jesus loved, to serve as Jesus served, and to forgive as Jesus forgave. By doing so, we will not only experience the joy of the Kingdom of God in our own lives but also bring hope and healing to the world around us.

Remember, the Kingdom of God is not a distant dream; it's a present reality. Let us embrace it today and live as children of God.