tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147235452024-03-19T11:29:21.843+08:00Ascending Mount CarmelA spiritual journal of a Secular Discalced Carmelite's journey to the top of the mount.Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-82927281674039889582020-08-25T15:27:00.004+08:002020-08-25T15:34:51.680+08:00The cell in spiritual life (Part 1)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></span></p><blockquote><span style="line-height: 107%;">“Thy cell, if thou continue in it,
grows sweet, but if thou keep not to it, it becomes tedious and distasteful. If
in the beginning of thy conversion thou accustom thyself to remain in thy cell
and keep it well, it will be to thee afterwards a dear friend and a most
agreeable delight.” </span></blockquote><p></p><blockquote><span style="line-height: 107%;">-- <i>Thomas </i></span><i><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">à</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Kempis (Imitation of Christ, Chapter
20)</span></i></blockquote><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span><p></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Thanks to <a href="https://ocarm.org/en/content/liturgy/bl-titus-brandsma-priest-and-martyr-m">Blessed Titus Brandsma, OCarm</a>,
I came to understand the double senses of the ‘cell’ in the school of Carmel.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">A cell is a small room, or “a small room
in which a criminal is locked up” (Oxford Dictionary). We are more familiar
with ‘cell’ as in a prison ‘cell’. Interestingly, it is also a term commonly used
by religious to refer to their bedrooms.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">If anyone had been inside of the cell
of a cloistered religious, one would understand why it is called a ‘cell’ and
not a ‘room’ – because it looks exactly like a prison cell. Inside the cell, the
most basic furniture are: a simple single bed, a desk and a chair. Of course,
in the more modern monasteries or religious houses, they would have more than
these. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">I know about this because I have seen
a cell of a Carmelite nun. It was an unoccupied cell that was opened for
visitors during the opening of their newly refurbished monastery in Kuching.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">The first sense of the cell is
exactly what the word implies, a small room. When Bl. Titus Brandsma was
arrested (because he opposed the Nazi regime) and imprisoned in cell number 577
in Scheveningen, he wrote an account of his life in prison entitled “My Cell”,
in which he described how he had made use of that little, cold room with
minimal furniture. The account began with these words: “Cella continuata
dulcesit” (a cell becomes sweeter as it is more faithfully dwelt in), which he
quoted from the <i>Imitation of Christ </i>by Thomas </span><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">à</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Kempis. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">“I am already quite at home in this
small cell,” wrote Titus. “Now he [God] is my only refuge, and I feel secure
and happy. … Seldom have I been so happy and content.”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Upon reading this, I was reminded of
my own bedroom back in Kuching. It was not a big room, with a single bed, a
small bedside table, a desk, two bookshelves, a stand-fan and a wardrobe. When
I was much younger, I did not make use of it much aside from sleeping at night.
But as I age and crave for privacy and solitude, I began to spend more time in
that room. It was in the silence of that room that I prayed, cried, enjoyed
reading and meditating, and found joy and peace in solitude. It was in that
room that I experienced God’s presence. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Now having moved to Australia and
settled into a new house, once again I made use of one of the rooms in the house
as my study. I called it a cell, because it is small, smaller than the one I
had back home in Kuching. After putting in a desk and a shelf, the room can barely
fit a single bed. So I bought a small futon couch, which can be converted into
a small bed. I fixed the special Trinitarian cross (a gift from my parish
priest) and some icons of Our Lady and the Carmelite saints onto the wall. On
the desk, there are two portraits of St John Paul II (my hero!), a small Byzantine
cross, and a cheap-looking plastic skull as <i>memento mori</i>. My books… they
are everywhere. Some are stacked up on the desk because I refer to them every
now and then for my studies, others are messily placed on the shelf. Before
long, you could expect some books to be arrayed on the futon couch as well! </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsFZet18VBl9T_4WZsjzbDmubkWHvxmL1WT1CBuz0bCowyW1LvPMnaoE_aDIV1LQ-SjjLG3Ki_4nARsabw3g3gBi136IhQdPwt5Q6Le-Y0kKhb3H4B6zbrOVaJMb_W5xbvHgewg/w410-h307/IMG20200822212253.jpg" width="410" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My current small, messy cell</i><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"> </span></span><p></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Just like the room I had in Kuching,
this is the cell where I found my heart at peace. This is where I work, pray,
read, study, work and even cry. Since I am now in ‘exile’, God is my only refuge
and it is here that I feel secure and happy.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">I would suggest to everyone reading
this to prepare a room as such for yourself, if it is at all possible. If a
room is not possible, then set up a little quiet corner in the house where you
can be alone by yourself. It is a fantastic way to keep ourselves sane, because
as people of prayer, we need to spend time in solitude, and therefore we need a
space where we can find security and peace, a place that is conducive for our meeting
with God.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">Truly, in the words of Thomas </span><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">à</span><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Kempis, “thy cell, if thou continue in it, grows sweet, […]
If…thou accustom thyself to remain in thy cell and keep it well, it will be to
thee afterwards a dear friend and a most agreeable delight.”</span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">This first sense deals with the
exterior element, something that brings consolation to our senses. The second
sense of the ‘cell’ points to the interior disposition of the heart. I shall
touch on this in another write up. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">
</span>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-82258308221485759102020-07-05T15:11:00.002+08:002020-07-06T15:26:21.778+08:00The gentle and the humble<div style="text-align: justify;">I often wonder why Jesus (and God the Father) is obsessed with the poor, the afflicted, the outcast and the helpless, as though they were God's favourites. <br /><div><br /></div><div>In today's Gospel reading, Jesus claims that He is "gentle and humble in heart" (Mt 11:29), fulfilling Prophet Zachariah's prophesy that the coming King was someone who is "humble and riding on a donkey" (Zech 9:9). This could be the key to unlock the mystery of God's obsession with the poor and the afflicted: because they bear the image of Jesus. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In their poverty and hopelessness, they are just like empty vessels ready to be filled. They attract God. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Only those who have been hungry could appreciate the little food that is set before them. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Only those who are thirsty could savour every single drop of water offered them. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Only those who have nothing would accept any amount of money given them. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Only those who are tired desire and appreciate a good rest. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Only those who have struggled with a heavy burden would gladly exchange it for a lighter one. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>
Only those who acknowledge their nothingness and are willing to learn and be corrected, are the ones who would receive and grow in self-knowledge and God-knowledge (truth). <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Such is the value of humility. True humility. "Humility is the mother of all virtues" (Mother Teresa of Calcutta). <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When we acknowledge our weaknesses and our need for God's mercy and grace (that's humility!), we turn our heart towards God and His will. It is then that we lay down the worldly yoke and put on Jesus'. <br /></div><div><br /></div><hr /><div><font size="2">14th Sunday in Ordinary Time | 5 July 2020</font><br /></div>
</div>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-34646030019022544262020-07-03T14:17:00.007+08:002020-07-03T17:07:53.786+08:00The journey up<div>It has begun. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sacrifices, the entirely new environment, the unfamiliar territories, the many heartbreaks - all the consequences of stepping out of the comfort zone and moving into the unknown deep, are coming true, just as I've imagined and anticipated. The only difference is, the thoughts of them was easier to bear than having to face them - alone. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The walk on the flat plain had been such a breeze. Now, it's time to climb the slope. I began to realise that the easy walk, though did enhance my spiritual stamina, it did not quite help with the muscles. It is such a difficult climb, especially when I'm all alone. Worse still, the scenery has nothing worth beholding - shrubs, trees, branches, buttress roots, rocks and boulders - these made the climb such a challenge. I have to stop all so often to allow the sore muscles to recover, take a little rest, read the guidelines and marks left behind by the saints, pluck up enough courage through Hope, then continue to make another few steps forward before the whole cycle begins again. As a matter of fact, I'm taking much longer rests than the climb!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Every day I'm struggling with dying to self. I'm so used to taking care of me, myself and I. And now that there is the other person whom I have pledged my life to, it's never easy to put myself last. Things could have been a little easier had he shared the same love for God and the Church.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Such is my life since the last four months. Not having a community to belong to, and with the lockdown in place due to the Coronavirus pandemic, life is just painfully dry and unfulfilling. The mundane day-to-day routine is beginning to bore me. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wonder if this is the beginning of the Dark Night St John of the Cross speaks about. I'm being deprived of almost everything I've always enjoyed. Even prayer becomes such a drudgery. I haven't received much consolation. God seems to be silent.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I love the Lord too much to give Him up. If it wasn't for Him, I wouldn't be willing to choose this path. It was a decision I struggled to make - for I knew the consequences of this choice. I'm willing to risk it all, as long as He is faithful to His promise of Eternal Life with Him, which is the only Hope I hold on to. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So first thing first: staying rooted to the faith and love. Thanks to the kind Malaysian Carmelite friar Fr Sinwee, I'm allowed to follow the online study classes conducted by him. That has certainly helped me to live out my Carmelite identity in the absence of a community.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArNmNv1ufMw8ziDp5dS4RCtnGKl1UL9KW44ZM5ZMLU2xNRG7XSEzmie0UmSKpc39sgcr78pzbbPjD7K-e-UpdjGJC3eYbu1NUXRECDmXFpGKku6eXS57Ci1uTlQRwJg1EF73hkQ/s4000/IMG20200319092930.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArNmNv1ufMw8ziDp5dS4RCtnGKl1UL9KW44ZM5ZMLU2xNRG7XSEzmie0UmSKpc39sgcr78pzbbPjD7K-e-UpdjGJC3eYbu1NUXRECDmXFpGKku6eXS57Ci1uTlQRwJg1EF73hkQ/w400-h300/IMG20200319092930.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>My messy desk</i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a little reflection on my current situation, the discomfort I'm experiencing could be a good sign after all. For the Doctor of the Church, St Teresa of Jesus is said to have commented, that "Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn." It is true that we should not seek comfort in this life, for our only comfort lies in God alone.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Praying that with every few steps up the mount, my muscles would be stronger, my stamina further strengthened, to be ready when the steeper slopes emerge.<br /></div>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-432165970439175952019-07-22T15:17:00.000+08:002019-07-22T16:22:08.952+08:00God is faithful to those who are faithful<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Today is the feast day of St Mary Magdalene.<br />
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I totally admire this holy woman, and her love and faithfulness for her friend and master, Jesus. She, like our Mother Mary, is truly the "apostle of apostles" of Christ. She accompanied Jesus until the very end. Even at the tomb, she was so saddened at the disappearance of Jesus' body, whom she laid to rest. When everyone had left, she stayed back in an attempt to find out where and why Jesus' body had been removed. </div>
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If any biblical figures could qualify as the "perfect lover", it has to be Mary Magdalene. For truly, she sought him whom her heart loves (Song of Songs 3:2). So it is no wonder why certain Gnostic gospel recorded that Mary Magdalene and Jesus were involved in a romantic relationship! (And how many people have been scandalised by this story!) </div>
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While many reflected on how Mary Magdalene was privileged to be the messenger to announce the resurrection of Christ, and thus we too are called to proclaim this Good News through our lives, I drew from this Gospel a different insight.</div>
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As a reward for her persistence and her deep, genuine love for Jesus, the Resurrected Lord appeared before her and greeted her. "Mary!" (John 20:16) He even called her by name; that familiar and gentle voice! He did not forget nor let down this faithful woman, whom he knew loved him tremendously. I believe that for Mary Magdalene, the greatest privilege was to be the very first person to have met the Resurrected Lord.</div>
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This Gospel account gives me so much hope.<br />
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I have often questioned myself. Would my deep desire to see my Beloved Lord face to face, despite my frailty and frequent fall into sin, and my failed daily attempts to die to self, be rewarded with that same reward granted to Mary Magdalene?</div>
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I believe God will not disappoint anyone who loves him. He knows that our human love is imperfect. "The Lord knows our weakness, that he is mindful that we are but dust and ashes” (Psalm 102:14). And he "looks at the heart" (1 Samuel 16:7). He is faithful to those who are faithful to him.</div>
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This is the very hope that keeps me going.<br />
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St Mary Magdalene, pray for us, that like you, we too may meet the One whom our hearts loved.</div>
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"For perseverance is essential to any good deed, as the voice of truth tells us: <i>Whoever perseveres to the end will be saved."<br />
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-- <a href="https://www.catholicsstrivingforholiness.org/july-22-st-gregory-the-great-on-mary-magdalene-perseverance-in-our-search-for-christ/?fbclid=IwAR0Mp3ZU8ZzSnZfujAcr824mm6X8Pq8soiIVjBe_Eu_bWJtHHGxFDtW6blU" target="_blank">St Gregory the Great on St Mary Magdalene</a></i></div>
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Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-5331566276644419402019-02-25T18:08:00.000+08:002019-02-25T18:51:08.393+08:00Reflection on the air<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have no idea since when, the Kuching airport has become quite a nostalgic place for me. It is so familiar, yet at the same time giving me the feeling of sadness. I travel alone most of the time, always with caution, alertness, sometimes with anxiety too, but other times, excitement.</div>
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But today, as I made my way to the departure area, I felt my heart sank. As I watched the plane took to the sky, it felt as if I was leaving Kuching behind and would not be back for a long time. Even though I was with a few friends, and we were flying to another town for a short business meeting.</div>
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Is death something like the airport too? Like the airport, it is an area souls await to be brought to their final destination? There would be those who are unwilling to leave their loved ones behind, and therefore the feeling of such a heavy heart. There would also be those who are more than ready to leave every earthly thing and look forward to go Home.</div>
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If God would give me the chance to choose how I would prefer to die — a sudden painless death (due to accident or in my sleep), or slowly fading away (due to old age), or a painful deterioration (due to sickness) — I wouldn’t know which one to choose.</div>
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As I advance in age, and as I bid goodbye to more and more people in funerals, and shared in the sorrow of friends who lost their loved ones, I began to truly realise the brevity of our lives and deeply treasure those who are close to my heart. I have to admit that I am becoming more and more afraid of losing those whom I love. I wish I could keep each and every one of them by my side so that I could care for them all, but I know that in reality, we could rarely get the best of both worlds.</div>
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So that brought me to yet another realisation: that death is never about how we are going to die, because it is not up to us. But we can definitely choose how to live our lives, by giving ourselves completely to those whom we love. We can choose to live by dying to ourselves everyday, that when the time finally comes for us to leave for Home, it will not catch us unprepared and unwilling.</div>
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To my loved ones, particularly Mom and Dad, and my fiancé Ahmos, I love you all most deeply.</div>
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<i>(Penned on 25 February 2019; on the flight to Tawau, Sabah) </i>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0Tawau, Sabah, Malaysia4.244651 117.891186100000033.2315085000000003 116.60029260000003 5.2577935 119.18207960000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-25050930520831536232018-03-31T10:48:00.000+08:002018-03-31T10:48:37.663+08:00The most painful pain - a reflection on the Passion of Christ<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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It was with a heavy heart as I followed Jesus along the way of the Cross. From the great agony at the thought of his own death, to his greatest fear coming true - the death on the Cross, the entire journey was a painful experience. </div>
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Nevertheless, there has to be one part of that journey that was the most painful for him. He has to endure not just physical pain, but also emotional pain. No matter how excruciating the physical pain was, I feel that the emotional pain superseded his physical pain.</div>
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It happened at about noon time, in the presence of Pilate who was eager to let him go. Unfortunately, his fellow Jews, insisted that Pilate should have him crucified. Their reason? "We have no king but Ceaser". For three years, Jesus walked and worked miracles among the people, befriending them, eating with them, teaching them about the Truth and revealing to them who the Father is. And yet, no one stood up to defend him. Worse still, Jesus, who is himself God, the God who made a covenant with them, experienced how his very own people whom he loved rejected him. </div>
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What could be more painful than the pain of rejection? When you have given your heart and your love in its totally, but your beloved is blind to your love.<br />
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Most of us, if not all, have gone through rejection in one way or another. We know the pain. So does our God. Not merely because he is God, but because he has gone through it himself. </div>
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Which part of Christ's suffering do you identify with the most?</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Written on 12 July 2017</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Prompted by Fr Jude Chinwenwa CSsR from <a href="https://nwachinwe.blogspot.com/">The Sound of Silence</a>)</span>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-5131037810072621262018-03-16T13:20:00.000+08:002018-03-22T17:24:15.271+08:00We are not on our own<div style="text-align: justify;">
On my way to work this morning, I had a sudden outburst of dissatisfaction while reflecting on my life so far. I was entertaining the thoughts that it's time for me to live my own life, do what I want to do to make myself happy, to pursue my wildest dreams, to satisfy my own needs, and to hell with pleasing everyone else -- especially my parents and relatives -- whom I've been pleasing all these years and living their lives.</div>
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I've been brought up with a very clear awareness that I am not my own. Every decision and action may affect my family and close relatives alike. And almost every kind of matter, be it achievements, failures, sicknesses (small or big), going for vacation, to name just a few, will be made known within the family circle (and outside the circle as well, depending on its 'seriousness'; the more 'serious' it is, the wider news will spread).</div>
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One very good example I vividly remember was the time I conveyed to my parents my desire to become a Carmelite nun when I was in my early 20s. It was then that I witnessed the great drama. Wet blankets after wet blankets were piled on me. My mom was totally upset, so much so that she blamed the Carmelite nuns for 'misleading' me. My aunts gave me an entire list of disadvantages of being a cloistered nun and strongly advised me to reconsider. The best actress award went to my grandmother, who, I was told, wept in great disappointment and sorrow upon getting to know about my desire. If I have received such outburst of objections to a mere desire, you could imagine how much weight their opinions and approvals carry ... especially to me, who have always been fearful (maybe I should say, a coward).</div>
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I have been alive for 36 years now. So what have I achieved so far? Apparently, not much ... aside from making some out-of-the-ordinary decisions, which my parents frowned upon and totally ignored by me, i.e. giving up a well-paying job to work full time with the archdiocese, going to the canonisation of Pope John Paul II, attending an expensive show by my favourite Hong Kong actor and flying all the way to Kuala Lumpur alone to meet his fans whom I had only met online. Not impressive at all!</div>
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We have every right to our own lives, have we not? Isn't this what the world has been constantly telling us to do? So it's perfectly alright should I choose to break free from all kinds of stupid expectations from others and just be myself!</div>
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As I settled down behind my desk and logged on to <i>Facebook</i>, a quote I posted two years ago was the first thing I saw. "The responsibility for the sanctity of others... lies with you. You are not on your own. If you stop, you could be holding up or harming so many people!" It has never spoken as loud to me before. </div>
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That brought me back to how my decision to give up my previous job to work for the church inspired two other friends. One of them a Taoist, another a Methodist. Both, upon hearing of my choice to a life of service of God and his people, also gave up their jobs.</div>
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My Methodist friend became a Christian missionary to Japan. Despite the trials, loneliness and disapproval from her own family, she persevered. My Taoist friend serves the temple. She lives a simple life, giving tuition to school children. She does not earn much but is never in need. She even gives free tuition to children of poor families.</div>
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I still remember how the two of them, particularly my Taoist friend, told me I was their inspiration and model. Little do they know that they have become my inspiration and model today. I admire their courage to venture into the unknown, without counting the cost. In fact, I feel ashamed of myself for allowing fears to weigh me down recently.</div>
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I am grateful to my parents for having brought me up with the awareness that is very much in-line with the Gospel (though they had no idea about it): we are not on our own. Truly, our actions, decisions, our beliefs and behaviours affect others, directly and indirectly. Since this is so, all the more we need to make sure that our will is always in tune with God's, allowing him to make use of us for his own purpose and glory, even when there is suffering.</div>
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Back to the question that has disturbed me this morning. It is rightly so that I should live my life to the fullest and disregard the feelings** of my loved ones, but it has to be in complete conformity with God's will and the values of the Gospel.</div>
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Had I given in to my parents' displeasure on my decision to work for the diocese eight years ago, my two friends would not have been who they are today.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**Footnote:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">I once shared with a colleague, who is a counsellor, my dilemma of whether I should take my parents' feelings into account when I make decisions about my life, she asked a thought-provoking question, "Are you responsible for other people's feelings?" before adding, "You are old enough to make your own decisions and to take responsibility of it."</span>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-37355526977482958482018-02-16T16:53:00.000+08:002018-02-16T17:32:39.742+08:00Learning to trust amidst the painIt is the first day of Chinese New Year (CNY) 2018.<br />
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Beautiful Chinese New Year decorations adorned the windows and the sides of the church. Shades of red added to the vibrancy and warmth of that familiar inner court where worship takes place.<br />
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Those familiar faces with their family members settling down comfortably in their favourite, usual pews. Occasionally, some heads turned, exchanging smiles, handshakes and warm wishes. Beautiful people of God.<br />
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The crowd was unexpectedly massive. The attendance for CNY thanksgiving Mass in this parish seems to increase every year. A very good sign indeed.<br />
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I nestled myself at the last row of the pew just behind the choir. Thank God I did not have to be "out-standing".<br />
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As I people-watched, my heart sank. This entire scene is way too familiar.<br />
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No, it is not a feeling of <i>deja vu</i>.<br />
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It was the very same scenario on New Year's Day thanksgiving Mass, 1 January 2018. The only difference is probably the colour red.<br />
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I have never felt so lonely. My family, like any other years - but I do not remember since when, prefer to stay at home and prepare food for relatives and visitors.<br />
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I totally understand my parents, wishing to give the best to our visitors. But just one hour, I remember telling my parents. It all boils down to your priority, I said. Of course, a prophet is never well received in his own household.<br />
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Or perhaps, the many hardships that befell my family beginning last year has dampened their spirits and jeopardised their belief in God. Or, could it be me? I must have been a very bad example in the practice of virtues. I believe that it is the latter, which lead to the former. Then shame on me for calling myself a "prophet"!<br />
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I used to be very proud of my family. My dad a warden cum extraordinary minister of the Holy Communion. My mom a warden. My brother an altar server. Myself... the busybody running here and there, helping in whichever area my help was needed right there and then. Although we did not have the practice of praying together at home, we still attended Mass together in the same parish church. I couldn't ask for more!<br />
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Today, everything changed when one trial after another hit the family. My parents resigned from the ministries and are now parish-hopping (attending different parish church every week). My brother... I do not even know if he even fulfills the Sunday obligations.<br />
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I am the only one who stays on in the parish; with one hand grabbing the thin rope that still holds my family together, while clinging on to God with the best of my ability with another. That fragile rope leaves my hand with blisters and cuts. I do not dare to make any move, albeit small, for one wrong move might just break the rope. On the other hand, I depend heavily on the strength drawn from daily Eucharist and prayer, praying that all the merits and blessings could be transferred to my family.<br />
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I really wish St Monica would just show herself in my dream and share with me how she managed to get through those difficult long years of praying for her wayward son, St Augustine.<br />
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My only hope is to see my family returning to God and seeking his will, amidst all these trials.<br />
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"<i>Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to people of goodwill...</i>" It is the most painful Gloria ever. Having to keep those tears inside the eyes while singing a hymn of gratitude with a very heavy-laden and wounded heart is far from being easy.<br />
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That uncertainty in front and having totally no control over the future is just scary. Despite the pain and the most uncertain future ahead, I choose to trust and depend on God every single day.<br />
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What a way to begin the New Year. This might be just the beginning of many more hardships to come. It could also be a new challenge God has thrown my way. Whatever it will be, I pray that God's will be done, not mine.Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-52217220226665083592017-08-10T16:58:00.000+08:002017-08-10T17:01:01.617+08:00The pursue of knowledge<blockquote>
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When the pursue for knowledge causes love to be buried and pride to surface, then it is high time to stop and put the priority back to its proper place: to behold with wonder the Mystery which no human intellect can completely grasp, and no human language can perfectly describe.<br />
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Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner!Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-4546671881551512572016-08-26T19:25:00.000+08:002016-08-26T20:09:01.561+08:00Seek the welfare of the city <div style="text-align: justify;">
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Prophet Jeremiah was addressing the people who were in exile in Babylon. Instead of telling them to protest, fight and flee from the foreign land Babylon, they were asked by God to settle down, live to the fullest and pray for Babylon. </div>
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In the days of Jeremiah, the people of Israel (and Judah) held on to the popular belief that they were the chosen nation who should be enjoying God's blessing and protection exclusively. They became a laughing stock of other nations when they lost their land promised by God. And now that they were asked to pray for their enemy – surely, Jeremiah's message was not well received. </div>
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It has been said that Malaysians (including Malaysian-Christians) have been living in this "toxic culture" (of racial, cultural and religious polarisation) for a long time. Like the Israelites, the Church is called to continue to be faithful in her witnessing in this hostile environment. </div>
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Truth be told, I have gone through the book of Jeremiah for at least two times during the Bible Course I've been attending but I have not noticed this very verse (Jer 29:7). Whatever the reason that I missed it, it does come at the right time. I take that as an answer to our prayers. While we the frustrated Christians call out to God to intervene in the many occasions that have – time and again – sent the local Church into "exile" and caused us much misery, God in turn asks us to pray for the politicians, the decision-makers, the governing body and to be engaged in the life and situations faced by the country. "For in its welfare you will find your welfare". </div>
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I'm glad I was there to pray for the country together with the other Christians. The choir, though small and only accompanied by the organ, sang whole-heartedly and beautifully as they led the people in praise and worship. </div>
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Thank you, Archbishop Bolly Lapok, for your reflection which has inspired many, including myself. </div>
Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-59199297497170428782016-08-04T16:48:00.000+08:002016-08-15T13:56:17.225+08:00A birthday monologue<blockquote>
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This was the text message I received from a priest who was still in Poland after World Youth Day concluded, complete with a photo of St Florian Church.</div>
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When you’re unable to go to the place you’ve always wanted to visit but friends who went remembered you, especially on your birthday -- if I said it didn’t mean anything to me, I would be lying big time.</div>
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Really, I don’t need to describe how touched I was (I still am!). I’m trying very hard to push back those tears. Besides, it’s going to be awkward if I were seen crying in the office!</div>
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John Paul II has always been one of the few reasons for my tearing up. I used the tense “has” because we all know that, even though he’s no longer on earth physically, he’s still around through the communion of saints. For that, I’m sure he knows about me and how much I love and miss him.</div>
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But there is always this voice, maybe it’s just my alter ego, that has been trying its best to get me to give up on John Paul II.</div>
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“He’s dead, so please wake up and give up,” said the voice.</div>
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“No way! How can you ask me to forget someone who’s made such a deep impression in me ever since my youth?” I retorted.</div>
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“You’re just wasting your time,” said the voice. “Why not lavish your love on someone else? It’s a one-sided love anyway, so it won’t make much difference.”</div>
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Because I really want to grow closer to the One whom we both call “Abba, Father”.</div>
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For all those who remembered me in Poland, I pray that the good Lord would bless them ever more abundantly.</div>
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And for the priest who remembered me when he was in Krakow (if you’re reading this – you know who you are), thank you from the bottom of my heart. That's the best birthday gift ever.<br />
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Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-88071116501910115402016-02-04T19:00:00.001+08:002016-02-04T19:01:51.262+08:00A farewell note for Brother Columba Gleeson, FSC<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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We have never met each other (not until about two years ago when we finally did at the launching of your <i>Living Our Faith</i> book), but we became acquainted through emails due to work.</div>
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I am not a student of yours (and I silently envied those who were), but you became my teacher through your <i>Signpost</i> column (published in <i>Today's Catholic - </i>it is a great blessing for me to be the first person to read your articles).</div>
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I never knew what kind of a person you were, but stories from those who knew you and the many old photos we keep in our <i>Today's Catholic</i> archive gave me reasons to adore and look up to you (Oh, those blue eyes and that smile - I recognised that smile!)</div>
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Did you remember our first meeting? Nah, you couldn't possibly have noticed my nervousness. It was the same nervousness when we meet our "idol" for the very first time.</div>
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I remember how I selfishly insisted to walk you back to the Brothers' Quarters after the Mass. I remember you offered to hold my hand, and held it tight, just like a grandfather taking his little granddaughter by the hand. </div>
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My heart melted. I did not know anymore — if it was me holding you to make sure each step you took was steady, or was it you who were holding me, to tell me that "I am here for you."</div>
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Perhaps, you read my mind. You knew that my real, unspoken intention was to have some private time with you. And you so generously granted it, sacrificing that 20 minutes or so for me, which could have been the time you planned to spend in reflection and silent prayer as you walked back to the Quarters alone. </div>
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I remember, that entire week (or probably months) whenever that memory of us walking to the Brothers' Quarters came to mind, I longed to see you again. </div>
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Such was the memory I have of you. That one and only precious memory, which I will cherish for ever. Until, God willing, we meet again in Paradise.</div>
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Thank you, Brother Columba, for everything you have done. May your beautiful soul rest in God's eternal peace and joy.</div>
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Brother Columba Gleeson was the first editor of <i>Today's Catholic</i> (the monthly newspaper by the Archdiocese of Kuching). </div>
Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-56312360759808042902015-06-01T13:00:00.000+08:002015-06-01T13:19:15.378+08:00Evangelisation at its best<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Some time in April, I attended the seminar entitled "Dialogue of Salvation: Catholics Called to Evangelise" by <a href="http://www.shermankuek.com/" target="_blank">Permanent Deacon Dr Sherman Kuek</a>. Something he has said affirmed what has been on my mind all these while: the best way to evangelise is by living an exemplary life according to the Gospel values.</div>
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That also reminded me of what my Mom did last November.</div>
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I have weird neighbours, and my house is sandwiched between them. They are not in good terms with my family (and with some other neighbours as well) for some ridiculous reasons, which I do not want to go into details here. We tried our best not to have anything to do with them.</div>
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Last November, the neighbour on our left lost their senior member of the family. They had wake prayers and Buddhist rituals for almost the whole week before the burial service. My Mom was the first to find out what happened. She decided to pay them a visit and offer condolences. When my Dad refused to go with her, she approached me. I was quite surprised when she told me of her intention.</div>
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"We are neighbours," said my Mom. "It is only right that we visit them especially at times like this. Let's just bury the hatchet." I agreed. But at the back of my mind, I had a slightly different agenda. It was such a good opportunity to shame that nasty neighbour, by returning evil with good! To make them feel sorry for what they have done to us. If not now, then when?</div>
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We went over. They were obviously surprised to see us. While I shook hands with the other family members, Mom went straight to the wife of the deceased and hugged her. I was shocked beyond words. After all the nasty remarks and selfishness towards my family all these years, my Mom could still HUG her?! Her wet eyes proved that she was moved by my Mom.</div>
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To me, my Mom is a woman of simple faith. She doesn't know much of what the Church really teaches and anything along that line. But what she did last November truly put her daughter (who always thought she's the most knowledgeable one in the family in matters pertaining to faith) to shame! Mom went there to show her love; I went there to show off!</div>
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I believe Mom's profound act of love and mercy has brought that neighbour of ours to an encounter with Christ Jesus.</div>
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While knowledge in Apologetics and theology are necessary when we introduce Christ to others [evangelisation], our conduct and daily living speak much louder. "Faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead" (James 2:17 ESV). I knew this long time ago! But this "head-knowledge" really needs to go to the heart and be translated into action.</div>
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I thank the Lord for such humbling experience. Being knowledgeable and having a better understanding of the faith apparently did not take me very far in my journey of perfection... more work is needed!</div>
Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-59756629873788153972015-01-09T16:31:00.003+08:002015-06-01T13:11:54.593+08:00How to be humble: a guideline to loveI was clearing photos from my Whatsapp - just as we need to do spring cleaning to our homes (and perhaps, offices), I clean up the photos in my phone for extra storage - and this one caught my attention. I thought these 10 points are pretty practical. <br />
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<li>Share without pretending (Eph 4:15).</li>
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Reading them from top to bottom (you may read from bottom to top as well), I realised these are not just "rules of thumb" of how to love, but more of how to be humble.<br />
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Talking about being humble, I need to learn it more than anybody else.<br />
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Praying that in 2015, I could at least pick up 5 out of the 10 points and turn them into habits.Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-71498916499090260092014-05-31T22:12:00.001+08:002014-11-18T15:01:33.700+08:00Learning to let go on the feast of Ascension<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Have you ever had this fantasy, where Jesus still walks the Earth today – physically, in person? And have you ever imagined the ways you might take just to meet Him? Or, what would you do or say if you chanced upon Him on the street one day? Or maybe, have you ever wished that He did not go back to the Father at all?</div>
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My answer is a big ‘Yes’ to all of the questions above.</div>
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Why not? Even though I am well aware that Christ is still with us today, in the most personal way, I still need someone with skin, whom I could look up to and learn from. Whose voice I could hear vividly; whose hands I could hold; to whom I could write to for advice... well you know, all along that line. In short, I just want Him to be present physically. Here. On earth. Where I can see Him.</div>
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Perhaps, that is why the Feast of Ascension has never been my favourite. Yes, I knew its importance - it was merely a head-knowledge and never heart-knowledge. I imagined myself being with the Apostles, witnessing Him being taken up to Heaven. He said He would be with the Apostles until the end of time, which sounded convincing and the Apostles were hopeful. But wait, who's the Holy Spirit? How long do we have to wait? How can we recognise him? No wonder some of them doubted (Mt 28:17).</div>
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I have been questioning the Lord, “What is there to celebrate? You left Your Apostles to fend for themselves!”</div>
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The passing of John Paul II changed all that. Oh wait, maybe it was the Canonisation I attended that changed that. </div>
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As I mourned the absence of John Paul, a very good friend said this to me: “It is better that he goes back to the Father. Unless he goes back, he would never get to know you. And now that he is a saint, you can be sure that he hears you. You’ve got an intercessor and a friend in Heaven! Is it not better that way?”</div>
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If You were physically present in the world today, would I have experienced You the way I did – most intimate and personally? Would I even have the opportunity to meet You face to face, when millions of people fight their way towards You, just like what's been happening at the Vatican with Pope Francis (and particularly at the Canonisation of JPII and John XXIII!)? Could You even reach out to people individually, far and wide, without the coming of the Holy Spirit? Could the Church grow to what she is today?</div>
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How crucial it is that Jesus goes back to the Father! How crucial it is that the Holy Spirit is sent! </div>
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This year, it is a different Ascension for me. I learned to let go of that sorrow of losing John Paul II. Perhaps, this very reflection also prepares me for the many “letting-go” (and detachment) I have to make in the future, be it people or materials.</div>
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<i>**The popular "Let It Go" song playing in the background**</i></div>
Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-11116120945313175732014-05-15T17:13:00.000+08:002014-05-15T17:13:34.973+08:00Trip to Rome: An encounter with St Paul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
My one and only desire when I went to Rome recently was to witness the canonisation and go to the tomb of St John Paul II to say hello. I've never met him. I'm dying to meet him. By hook or by crook. But unfortunately, no hook nor crook was of help. He was so near and yet so far. In the end, we ended up visiting other places.</div>
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I am very thankful to God that we met Fr Peter Hwang, a priest from Bintulu (a town in Sarawak) studying in Rome. He told us that there was another more important and significant historical site than St Peter's Basilica. Of course, I doubted him at first. Why not, since my heart, mind and (most probably) soul, too, wanted to go to St Peter's Basilica only.</div>
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It was the Church of St Paul's martyrdom - <a href="http://romanchurches.wikia.com/wiki/San_Paolo_alle_Tre_Fontane" target="_blank">San Paolo alle Tre Fontane</a> (Church of St Paul at the Three Fountains), taken care by the Trappist monks. Fr Peter brought us into the first Church where St Paul was imprisoned. St Paul managed to write his last letter there, which was to <a href="http://www.suscopts.org/resources/literature/868/2-timothy-st-pauls-last-letter/" target="_blank">Timothy</a>.</div>
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"That small window (on the right) was the only access to the cell. Imagine how St Paul's persecutors pushed him into the cell and then dragged him out through that little window," Fr Peter explained to us.</div>
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I poked my head in to see how it was like. To my horror, it was very cold inside. The ground was rough and uneven. "Oh my gosh..." I heard myself said. "How can anyone sleep in this kind of condition?"</div>
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"Yes, it is cold. This is not even winter and it's already so cold. Can you imagine what winter's like inside there?" said Fr Peter. "Yet, St Paul was able to finish his letter to Timothy. He even convinced the person next door to convert and become a Christian."</div>
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Out of the chapel we needed to walk along a tar-sealed pathway leading to another church, the site which marked St Paul's beheading (see photo on the left). St Paul could have been dragged all the way from his prison to the place of his execution through that pathway. Certainly, the pathway would not possibly be tar-sealed and smooth like it is today. It could have been rocky, with shrubs and thorns and buttress roots. Perhaps, he could have endured some cuts on his body due to a few falls as he was being forced to the place of 'slaughter'.</div>
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How very brutal and inhumane people can be! We wouldn't mind wiping out our enemies as long as they don't stand in our way. But at the same time, we profess our belief in God (regardless of religion). I shuddered at that thought.</div>
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"Don't tell me about your God with your words. Show me about your God with your actions" (Steve Maraboli, author of the book <i>Life, the Truth and Being Free</i>). So who is this God you believe in? Pertaining to the persecution of Christians happening recently in this country, I would like to direct this very question to all those who are involved - directly or indirectly.<br />
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Tradition has it that when St Paul was beheaded, his head bounced three times on the sloping ground and at each spot his head landed a spring of water appeared miraculously. The spring of water, which is still flowing today, is called the "Water of Salvation". It was also said that a lot of people who came here to obtain the water received miraculous healing, even until today. Because of the <i>tres fontes</i> (the three fountains) and St Paul's death, Christianity bloomed. However, the Enemy was always present. There were people who wanted to poison the spring of water in attempt to destroy Christianity.</div>
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I placed my ear near the opening of one of the monuments, trying to hear if there is any sound of flowing water. Nothing. Just the sound of the other visitors' footsteps and voices. I was slightly disappointed when Fr Peter said he could hear the sound of water!</div>
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While waiting for the Sacristan Sister to help us get some of the "Water of Salvation" (which were all taken by the group of pilgrims before us), I sat down in front of one of the monuments and had a short conversation with St Paul.<br />
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<i>Dearest St Paul, you died defending the faith I so often took for granted. In front of you, I am so ashamed of myself for having so proudly declared that I am a Catholic when my actions did not reflect the identity. Forgive me for all my negligence. Forgive me for taking you for granted as well. Thank you for all you have done for Christ and for his Church. Please pray for us and all the Christians facing persecution all over the world today. And please help me to be faithful to Christ just as you are faithful to him.</i></div>
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Tears were welling up and almost fell. I rubbed my eyes, pretending to feel tired and sleepy as I joined Fr Peter and my friends who were just a few steps away. They were chatting away while waiting for the Sister who promised to bring us some "Water of Salvation".</div>
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Fr Peter was right. This is a more important Church that holds the evidence of St Paul's love for Christ. St Paul is more real than ever for me now. He was just one of those biblical authors whom I didn't really bother (for me, the texts were more important, not the authors). But during that visit, a special 'bond of friendship' was formed between St Paul and I (or maybe just me). </div>
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Perhaps, I need to thank John Paul II too. I firmly believe it was through his intercession that we made it to Rome and we were able to save a lot during the trip. Who knows, it was him, too, who sent us Fr Peter to bring us to this Three Fountains Church - to make sure that we don't go to Rome solely for him, but also to get to know The Apostle St Paul and learn from him how to fight a good fight, to finish the course and keep the faith burning for the love of Christ.</div>
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Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-60162884276064490092014-02-21T16:20:00.002+08:002015-01-11T15:38:07.804+08:00An Episcopal Ordination: Joy with a tinge of sadness<div style="text-align: justify;">
It was the very first episcopal ordination I witnessed, of a priest I know not-very-well-but-well-enough. And being able to be there as a photographer, although not the official one, I give thanks to God. I am even more grateful as it was the ordination of our ex-'boss' (he was the advisor of Social Communications Committee).</div>
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According to organisers, it was a super-mammoth Mass Miri has ever had. It wasn't just another ordinary Mass for the people in the Diocese of Miri, but a significant event even for the laity in the Archdiocese of Kuching.</div>
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More than 400 people from Kuching were there. If that wasn't the proof of their love for this priest and friend, then I am not sure what other reasons were there that they were willing to travel so far just to witness the ordination.</div>
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And yes, I was there too, assigned by the office to bring back some shots of the ordination, and also to accomplish my own personal mission: to get the best shot of Bishop Richard.</div>
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As long as I have been with the Media Office, I have never had the chance to take the photos of Fr Richard (now Bishop of Miri). Partly because I did not find him very interesting - he seldom smiled. At least not when he met me. But when he did (well, he would usually give me that sly smile when he was cycling around the Cathedral compound in the evening), I did not have the camera with me.</div>
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When I received the news of his appointment as the new Bishop of Miri, my heart sank - to be honest. Well, I was more concerned of the one to take over his post as the next advisor. I never like changes. Who does? Especially when we need to get used to the new way things are done, when we are already comfortable with the old ways. The unknown is always scary - at least for me. </div>
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While I am glad the Diocese of Miri has finally a new bishop, I am a little sad at the same time to say goodbye. Probably because I still cherish those memories of the kindness he has shown me - buying me lunch as we worked overtime, offering to send me home even though it was out of his way, and remembering that I love JPII and bought me souvenirs from Poland. I did not even say "Thank you" to him before he left for Miri. I thought perhaps I could somehow improve that working relationship from "superior-subordinate" to friendship (the kind of working relationship that is more ideal in the church - in my opinion).</div>
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Dear Fr Richard (please allow me to call you that for one last time), I am not going to say goodbye because I know our paths will cross again somehow. We will pray for you. Quoting the words of Archbishop John Ha "Miri is your Church, Kuching is your home", do come back once in a while to visit us. Don't forget to smile, because you have a beautiful smile!<br />
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Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-30863858299808549162013-12-28T12:18:00.003+08:002013-12-28T12:25:58.469+08:00Crucifying the baby Jesus<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">"Do you agree with me that crucifying a baby is a bit sick?"</blockquote>Most of the people who commented agreed with him. Some said it's a piece of rubbish. Others said it shouldn't be put on sale. <br />
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But what came to my mind was: if this is sick, then what about abortion? <br />
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Another commenter said this:<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">"There was an Indonesian artist who did something similar (without the cross in the background, and just a plain white ceramic-like baby with smoother over features); it did cause controversy, but it was also supposed to make people think..."</blockquote>I agree that there's an underlying message in this piece of art. <br />
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If this piece of art is controversial, then so is abortion.<br />
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What do you think?Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-52553011314589809802013-11-26T06:30:00.000+08:002013-11-29T11:03:01.979+08:00What I learned from Year of Faith<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It feels like just last month that the Year of Faith was launched by Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI. How very fast that ‘last month’ flies. And in these ‘last months’ we are moving fast towards the end of 2013.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Looking back, I realised I didn’t really accomplished anything great in the Year of Faith, sad to say. All the books I planned to finish by the end of 2013 are only half way through. That includes <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Lumen Fidei</i>, which I enthusiastically awaited and picked up but never got round to finishing it. The most I’ve done was taking a little time reading the column in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Today’s Catholic</i> (our archdiocesan newspaper) on the Creed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Is doing lots of readings and reflections, attending seminars and going for pilgrimages really enough to increase our faith and make us evangelisers? After all, Year of Faith was about learning more about my own faith and helping the others come to know about it (evangelisation and re-evangelisation). Wasn’t it so?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I thought so initially. But after a series of unpleasant experiences I’ve encountered this year, I came to understand many things a little differently.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I learned that no amount of reading would be able to increase my faith. I’m not lacking in ‘head knowledge’. (It’s not difficult at all to search for materials and read more on Christian Faith.) It is not so much about how much I know about the Faith, but how I can feel for others and identify myself with them (i.e. ‘heart knowledge’).</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I learned that to evangelise, I must first be re-evangelised. It is not so much about how well I can preach, but how I live my life as a true witness to the Gospel. The most effective way to evangelise is through our own example, for action speaks louder than words.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I learned that when I’m all puffed up with pride, thinking that I know more than others and re-evangelisation is not for me, then I would not be able to grow spiritually because I’m too full of myself. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And I learned that the Church, although an institution, cannot be too institutional. For our main business has nothing to do with money, status, reputation or personal gain, but <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">souls</b> entrusted to us by Christ our Bridegroom. The most effective way to deal with people is by going back to the Gospel values, following the example of Christ.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">To me, that is what evangelisation and re-evangelisation is all about. It is recognising that Christ is the centre of everything – our life and work, the church, the world, and acknowledging Him as the very reason we are who we are today – His coheirs of the heavenly Kingdom.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The Year of Faith might have come to an end last Sunday, but our journey of faith continues. I pray that the Lord would touch the hearts of many through the example of our daily living – may we preach by our actions, not by words.</div><br />
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I enjoy spending quiet time alone with the Lord. But that doesn't mean I do not have problem in my prayer life. It is just like a battle. When I'm occupied with work and deadlines and hardly have any more time to waste (in prayer), my heart would pine for Him. But after I'm done with the deadlines and have plenty of time to spare, I find myself so lazy that sometimes I would have to really force myself to say the Office. The spirit is willing, the flesh is not! And that, to me, is a real challenge - a battle.</div>
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Just as I've been thinking of a strategy to win this battle, the Gospel reading at Mass struck me yesterday. Or rather, this particular verse took all my attention away from the rest of the reading: "<i>My house will be a house of prayer</i>" (Lk 19:46).</div>
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More thoughts came during the homily.</div>
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According to St Teresa of Avila, the Trinitarian God resides in the centre of our soul (read <a href="http://www.catholicfirst.com/thefaith/catholicclassics/stteresa/castle/interiorcastle01.html" target="_blank">The Interior Castle</a> authored by her). Her point is supported by St Paul: "<i>Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God</i> (1 Cor 6:19-20)?" There are a few other references from the Bible which spoke about God dwelling in us (e.g. Jn 14:15-17, 23). </div>
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Also, when we receive Him in the Eucharist, He becomes present in us. St Therese of Child Jesus on the Eucharist: "<i>It is not to remain in a golden ciborium that He comes down each day from Heaven, but to find another Heaven, the Heaven of our soul in which He takes delight.</i>" St Mary Magdalene de Pazzi said something similar, "<i>... if we would only comprehend the fact that while the Eucharistic Species remain within us, Jesus is there and working in us inseparably with the Father and the Holy Spirit and therefore the whole Holy Trinity is there...</i>"</div>
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So if God lives in us, then we are His 'houses'!</div>
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Going back to the verse (Lk 19:46) "<i>My house will be a house of prayer</i>" <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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We usually have the perception that the Carmelite Monastery is the Church's "prayer house" because the nuns dedicated their lives entirely to prayer. More often than not, we forgot that every one of us are called to prayer. Not that our prayers would bring about some huge significant changes to the world and to those whom we are praying for. But through prayer, God draws us to Himself and to experience Him in the most intimate way. St Teresa of Avila wrote that, to experience God, prayer and meditation is the key to enter this castle where He dwells. How 'effective' our prayers are and whether or not He would grant our requests, we just have to leave that to Him with total trust and faith while we continue to persevere in our prayers. </div>
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Perseverance. Perhaps, that's the strategy I should adopt.<br />
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"Have we not sometimes let all sorts of 'robbers' into our hearts who would steal away our lives of prayer and devotion to God?" (Permanent Deacon Dr Sherman Kuek, OFS @shermankuek, Twitter)</div>
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Now, what was the priest saying during the homily??</div>
Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-75097941098759856062013-03-18T11:48:00.001+08:002013-11-19T12:46:52.759+08:00Goodbye Pope Benedict, hello Pope Francis<div style="text-align: justify;">
You might be wondering why it has taken me more than a month to pen down my thoughts on the resignation of Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI. Just one reason - I dreaded saying goodbye. It is even more so when I've been so used to Benedict XVI. Eight years of pontificate - that is not a short time!</div>
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But I do have a confession to make. When Benedict XVI was elected Pope, he didn't appeal much to me as I
was still grieving the loss of my most beloved John Paul II. Even when I saw him up close during World Youth Day Sydney in 2008, I wasn't really impressed. However, ever since I started working in the media office of the archdiocese about four years ago, I've grown rather fond of Benedict XVI. How can I not? I had to follow him almost everyday, to keep track of what was going on in the HQ - the Vatican. Since then I grew to love him and his teachings gradually.</div>
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That sudden announcement of his resignation had definitely shaken me. I still can vividly recall what happened that day. It was the second day of Chinese New Year. My friends and I were visiting another friend when I got a text message, saying that the Pope was resigning. I was having a mild headache then due to the warm weather. But after I received the message and verified that the news wasn't a hoax, my headache worsened - it was so bad that I had to take the painkiller (painkiller is never my favourite unless the pain has gone more than I can bear). Yes, it was THAT bad; I was shocked beyond words and heartbroken. It felt as if I was being disowned by my father!</div>
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While my heart wanted so much that he would stay, I knew he just had to go. I was very sad, but at the same time I admired him for his courage to admit that he could no longer carry out the petrine ministry entrusted to him. I believe he made the right decision - not that he was running away from the many scandals that surfaced throughout the years; it was the total opposite. He knew his strength was failing, and if he continued to hold on to the office, he could be the stumbling block of the Church. This humble Servant of God is a great example for all of us, especially for our politicians here in Malaysia as they fight for power among themselves.</div>
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Dearest Pope Emeritus Benedict, we can never thank you enough for the sacrifices you've made as the Vicar of Christ, as our shepherd... my shepherd. Seeing you off on 28 February was simply painful. I watched as you gave your final blessing to the crowd at Castel Gandolfo. We saw you turning away and disappearing from our sight... did you hear our hearts breaking? I pray that you will have all the rest you deserved. I'm happy for you too, now that you can live the life you've always wanted. Hopefully you will be writing more books to share your thoughts and reflections with all of us who love to read your writings. You are in our hearts always! We are joining you in your prayers for the Church and for the new Pope, your successor.</div>
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I prayed intensely with and for the Cardinals ever since the resignation of Pope Benedict, and I believe many Catholics out there did the same too. I was aware of the St Malachi's prophecy. I read about a group of cardinals since Benedict XVI's time who wanted to have things their way. Not sure how true they were, but whatever I was reading and hearing definitely worried me. I feared the Church - our Church - would fall into the wrong hands.</div>
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I followed the "Smoke Watch" during the Conclave anxiously. Unfortunately, I missed the white smoke and the "Habemus Papam" announcement, but I was just in time to watch the newly elected pope on the balcony as he ended his address and blessed the people. I leapt for joy as I saw this new shepherd of mine. The days that followed were even more exciting. I took every opportunity to follow the online broadcast of his first Mass, his audiences with the cardinals and the media, his Mass at Sant'Anna church and his first Angelus. I not just read about his humility and simplicity, but witnessed it through his speeches and his meetings with the people. Well, it was all because of Pope Francis that I did not have enough sleep for the past few days!!</div>
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This is the first time for me to follow the Conclave so closely! Undoubtedly, Pope Francis is the result of my prayer and yours - the prayer of the whole Church. Perhaps, it is our unity in prayer that we come into a communion with each other. Even though we have only seen him on the screen (through live broadcasts) and we do not know him personally, a special bond between us and this shepherd is formed. We already love him although he's just in the office for a few days. Of course, this is just the beginning. We still need to be united in our prayers for the Holy Father so that he is able to carry this heavy responsibility which he accepted from the the hands of the Lord.</div>
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Christina Mead of <a href="http://lifeteen.com/" target="_blank">LifeTeen</a> in her post <a href="http://lifeteen.com/a-father-like-francis/" target="_blank">A Father Like Francis</a> said it all - we need Pope Francis not only because we are Catholics, but because we "need a constant reminder how to be like Christ".</div>
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Since Pope Francis is a visible sign of Christ's authority on earth, putting our trust in him is to put our trust in the Holy Spirit.<br />
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Pope Francis is an authority figure that we can feel safe placing our trust in. I have. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: <a href="http://lifeteen.com/" target="_blank">LifeTeen</a></span></div>
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And so have I. What about you? :)Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-77699255669742703702013-01-19T10:44:00.002+08:002013-04-06T13:45:10.087+08:00Pondering on the paradoxes of ChristInitially, I wanted to entitle this post "The Paradox of Christianity", only to find out later that there is another <a href="http://catholicgraymatters.blogspot.com/2011/08/paradox-of-christianity.html" target="_blank">better post</a> with this exact title. <br />
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Now, how should I put this? I knew that Christ's teachings are full of paradoxes. I do take them seriously, but have never really sat down and reflected on them. Until that one fine evening last year when the hymn "Lord, We Touch You Today" was sung during the Mass, the chorus stirred my peaceful spirit.<br />
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To live is to die, and to laugh is to cry<br />
To live is to love with all our heart<br />
To live is to walk and to talk in your love<br />
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I've been singing this hymn for at least a thousand times throughout the years and yet, I only realised it that very day that I did not really understand the words of the chorus! Oh dear. What have I been doing all these years?<br />
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One of the youth leaders I know used to put it very bluntly that while the world tells us that we should live our lives to the fullest of our ability, Christ tells us that we must die everyday. The world sounds more promising and "life-giving" instead, eh?<br />
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It was Jesus who said it, "For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it" (Mt 16:25). Putting it in layman's language - if I strive to live and make myself happy and comfortable, I would lose it despite the effort put in; but if I generously give my life away for Christ's sake, I will gain life instead. Isn't that quite confusing and mind-boggling? (Ouch, my brain's hurting!)<br />
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What Jesus really meant is that, it is through dying to our self that we may receive life eternal. Therefore, "to live is to die."<br />
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Perhaps, if we just think about these paradoxes given by Jesus, they somehow do make some sense.<br />
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Without sorrow (to cry), do we know what joy (to laugh) really is?<br />
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Without love, is it still worthwhile to live?<br />
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Without death on the Cross, would there be Resurrection?<br />
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Without lowering ourselves, how can we expect to be lifted up?<br />
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Without taking up our own crosses, can we still follow Christ who has never promised us an easy life as a follower of His?<br />
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Without the heart of a servant, can a leader identify himself with his/her subordinates and thus lead them effectively?<br />
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Without giving away what we have, how can we receive anything when both our hands and hearts are full?<br />
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So the list goes on and on...<br />
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What a mystery, but our faith is built exactly on these paradoxes of Christ. <a href="http://catholicgraymatters.blogspot.com/2011/08/paradox-of-christianity.html" target="_blank">Lighting Rod</a> said it well, that "Christian paradoxes reveal deeper wisdom. Self sacrifice helps us to better appreciate the gift we have been given, and suffering gives us the opportunity to strengthen our wills and to become more Christlike."<br />
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Perhaps - just perhaps - God purposely leaves these mysteries with us to keep us wondering and searching, so that on the day we finally see Him face to face and when these mysteries are unravelled, we would experience that everlasting joy and glory He has promised, which is now far beyond the human minds and hearts can grasp.<br />
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"The world promises you comfort, but you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness." ~ Pope Benedict XVI <br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"></span>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-7072974826861335902012-06-21T10:13:00.001+08:002012-06-21T10:16:41.992+08:00Where the journey started<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Most people would ask me this question when they learned that I was only baptised at the age of 14, “You are not born Catholic?” My “yes” would make them ask another question, “Then why such late baptism?” There’s a story behind it, of course.
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My Dad is a born Catholic, while my Mom is a convert because of their marriage. When my brother and I were born, my parents decided that we should choose our own belief. So when both of us were in early primary school, my parents sent us to ‘Sunday Classes’ – Anglican’s, Methodist’s and Buddhist’s and Tao’s – one after another, in hope that we would find where we belong.
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Unfortunately, none of the classes worked for me. I remembered that all I did was just cutting, pasting, colouring, drawing, learning origami and reading some texts. All the classes were boring and I learnt nothing. In the end, I refused to go to any more classes. When I was around 11-12 years old, my parents decided to send my brother and I to Catholic Catechism class. The nearest parish to where I live was Holy Trinity Church. At first, I joined the class in Chinese but having some difficulty understanding the religious terms and saying the prayers, I requested to try the class in English instead. And that was where my journey of knowing God actually began.
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I remember that I was a diligent child. I did my homework and revision, learned the prayers and some basic teachings of the Church by heart, I was always the one to score the highest marks for quizzes. At the age of 12, I even taught a classmate in school how to pray the Rosary. I tried not to miss any classes because I wanted to learn even more. During those days (not sure if it’s still the same today), children preparing for Baptism had to attend Catechism class for two years before being baptised. And since I was six months behind when I first joined the class, I had to wait for two and a half years. Finally, at the age of 14, I received the Sacrament of Baptism and First Holy Communion.
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I used to blame my parents for not getting me baptised when I was a baby. It was in their marriage vow, that they would “bring them [children] up according to the law of Christ and His Church.” I told them that they have broken their vow! I was angry with my parents each time I thought about it.
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But as years gone by, I started to see the whole situation differently. If I were baptised an infant 30 years ago, would I still be who I am today? Would I still love the word of God this much? Would I have discovered God’s love for me and strive to be faithful to that love? Would I be able to know my Faith enough to defend the Church?
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Instead of saying I chose God, I think it was God who chose me. He was the One who set me apart and gave me the opportunity to know Him. He has His own plan, in His own time. And His plans are always perfect.
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“<i>Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart...</i>” (Jeremiah 1:5)
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Our God is the One who always makes the first move: the Creator who came down to the world He created to become one of us; the Shepherd who searched for the lost sheep; the Father who ran to embrace the prodigal son; the King who sacrificed His Beloved to make us His beloved.
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I thank the Lord for His love for me and allowing me to respond to this love.Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-77079061586040614052012-06-14T19:31:00.000+08:002012-07-23T22:49:16.554+08:00A little musing on Liturgy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A fellow friend commented on a recent happening at our parish having to do with the topic of liturgy, encountered by the Youth. I witnessed it too. Long story short, a parishioner approached the youth choir and said that the lyrics of the new Gloria (the new Mass of Light version by <a href="http://www.giamusic.com/bios/david-haas" target="_blank">David Haas</a>) they sing during Mass was unliturgical. If you like to know the whole story including my friend’s personal opinion, you may do so <a href="http://elementj21.wordpress.com/2012/04/29/the-hoo-haa-about-being-liturgically-correct/">here</a>.<br />
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I don’t really agree with what my friend has to say about liturgy. While I do agree that “everyone has their right when it comes to professing their faith in God in whatever ways they feel comfortable,” it’s a different story with Liturgy.
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I sincerely admit that I’m not liturgically trained, but I know enough of the importance of the liturgy to help me recognise the significance and beauty of the liturgy in the Holy Mass. Here is what my simple mind, with the help of the Holy Spirit, understands it: <br />
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Liturgy includes words and texts, gestures, music, colour, vestments, furnishings, etc. – these little details are <i><b>expressions</b></i> of our<b> <i>worship</i></b>. In Liturgical celebrations, the <b><i>mystery of Christ</i></b> is made present. Therefore, our worship brings us to <i><b>encounter</b></i> this mystery. In other words, <i><b>liturgy draws us to God</b></i>. <br />
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Here’s a translated excerpt (by VIS) of Pope Benedict XVI’s speech (on sacred liturgy, active participation, inculturation, and the Holy Mass) when he addressed the bishops of Brazil in April 2010 during his <i>ad limina</i> visit:
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“Paying less attention at times to<b> the rite</b> of the Most Holy Sacrament constitutes,” he said, “a sign and a cause of the darkening of the Christian sense of mystery, such as when Jesus is not the centre of the Mass, but rather a community preoccupied with other things instead of being taken up and drawn to the only one necessary: their Lord.”<br />
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Benedict XVI emphasised that “<b>if the figure of Christ does not emerge from the liturgy ... it is not a Christian liturgy</b>”. This is why, he added, “we find those who, in the name of enculturation, fall into syncretism, introducing rites taken from other religions or cultural particularities into the celebration of the Mass.”
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The Pope highlighted that “behind many alleged motives, there exists a mentality that is incapable of accepting the real possibility of divine intervention in this world to assist human beings. ... Admitting God’s redeeming intervention to change our situation of alienation and sin is seen as fundamentalism by those who share a deist vision and the same can be said about the sacramental sign that makes the salvific sacrifice present. For such persons, the celebration of a sign that corresponds to <b>a vague sentiment of community</b> would be more acceptable.”
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“<b>Worship</b>, however,” he continued, “<b>cannot come from our imagination</b>: that would be a cry in the darkness or <b>mere self-affirmation</b>. True liturgy supposes that <b>God responds and shows us how we can adore Him</b>. ... The Church lives in His presence and its reason for being and existing is to expand His presence in the world.”
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Thanks to the Second Vatican Council, the faithful have an active part to play in the liturgy. The changes were <b>not</b> made so that the community can worship comfortably or to make us feel good, but rather, that the community joins the priest to <b>celebrate together</b>. In other words, the Mass is about <b>worshipping God in the manner He has prescribed through the Church</b> (i.e. the liturgy or rite). It is <b>not</b> about our relationship with one another in the community. This partly explains why holding hands during the Our Father prayer is liturgically inappropriate. In fact, the prescribed gestures during Mass (e.g. bowing, striking breast, priest extending hands, etc.) have their own significant meaning, which we who are not liturgically trained do not know.
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Here's what the GIRM (General Instruction of the Roman Missal) has to say:<br />
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(GIRM 42) [...] A common posture, to be observed by all participants, is a sign of the unity of the members of the Christian community gathered for the sacred Liturgy: it both expresses and fosters the intention and spiritual attitude of the participants.<br />
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“All of these prescribed physical gestures help make the act of worship at Mass one which involves our whole being, body and soul, thought, words, and actions. They also help create a spiritual disposition to receive our Lord in Word and Sacrament. Moreover, <b>these gestures are prescribed</b>, just as the readings from Sacred Scripture and the Order of the Mass are, to make the Sacrifice of the Mass a <b>unified act of worship</b> throughout the whole Church — in a sense, every Catholic is doing the same thing, the same way.” (<i>Fr William Saunders, <a href="http://www.catholicculture.org/culture/library/view.cfm?id=1175&CFID=140537983&CFTOKEN=31617665">Catholic Culture</a></i>).
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Let's look at the above quote again. "These gestures are prescribed... to make the Sacrifice of the Mass a unified act of worship..." If the Mass is a gathering of people where unified worship is taking place, then our profession of faith is no longer just a personal matter. It is this one faith we profess that unites us as a community [common unity] of people. If in the Mass you can do what you like while I do what I'm comfortable with, then where is unity? Without unity, is there still communion?
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Taking the practice of hand-holding during Our Father prayer as an example, how is this gesture able to "signify togetherness and unity" when half of the congregation chose to hold hands while the other half wouldn't want to? <br />
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We also need to keep in mind that charismatic events such as praise and worship, rallies and seminars are different from the Holy Mass. No other form of worship can supersede the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, which is the highest form of worship. So, introduction of gestures and words etc. into the Mass is considered extraneous. No one, including the priest, has the right to introduce, impose or even remove a rite or practice from the liturgy (<i>Canon 826.1</i>).<br />
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Sad but true, a lot of people including the young see the Mass as something very boring and dry. There is a Malay saying "Tidak kenal maka tidak cinta", which literally means "you don't love it because you don't know it." This same saying applies to the Mass and its Liturgy. If we do not understand or see its significance, how can we not feel bored during Mass?<br />
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We know that as human, we cannot be perfect when it comes to liturgy. More often than not, we miss out what we should do and do what we should not. Even though so, the least we can still do is try to follow the rubrics (regulation governing the Mass) as much as we can. Otherwise, this highest form of worship will lose its true meaning and purpose. And eventually, we might even lose our identity as Catholics.<br />
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Many might see these "liturgical issues" as trivial matters, but little did we realise that it is exactly these matters and our own personal views (that are not in conformity with the teaching of the Church) which are the causes of division.<br />
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Having thought the incident over for a few times, perhaps it is a good sign that that parishioner raised the “liturgically incorrect” issue. Looking at the positive side of things, it proved that some people are paying attention and are still concern whether the Mass is celebrated the way it ought to be.Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14723545.post-27965296110559866752012-05-27T17:17:00.000+08:002012-05-27T17:17:07.739+08:00Saying "I Do"<div style="text-align: justify;">
A couple of days ago, I posted a song from Youtube on Facebook and asked for the opinion of friends whether the song is suitable as Communion hymn. I am helping my brother with his wedding Mass, which is less than 3 weeks from now.
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My Editor must have seen that post, so she flew me some questions through Google Chat… </div>
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“<i>You’re getting married?!</i>” She asked. I could sense her excitement. </div>
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“<i>What I’m getting married???</i>” I snapped. Ridiculous question, I thought to myself. </div>
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“<i>The only marriage I’d ever want would be when the Archbishop’s the one who places the ring for me…</i>”
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Even before I managed to finish the sentence, her next message came on my screen. </div>
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“<i>Hahahaha… you wanna marry our Archbishop?</i>” </div>
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I almost fell off my chair! </div>
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The ‘wedding’ that I was talking about is the Final Religious Profession (The Perpetual Profession) I witnessed on 12 May for the three Sisters of St Francis, which was held at St Joseph’s Cathedral. </div>
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Each of the sisters knelt before the Superior General. With a lighted candle in hand, she pronounced her perpetual profession, and then kissed The Book of the Gospel as a sign of her commitment and covenant.</div>
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This was witnessed by the congregation, and the Archbishop who presided over the Mass. </div>
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After the profession, the Archbishop blessed the rings, placed them on the sisters’ ring fingers and said to each one of them: </div>
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“I espouse you to Jesus Christ, the Son of the Almighty Father, and may He keep you ever in His love. Receive this Ring of Faith and Fidelity, the sign of the Holy Spirit, that you may be called spouse of God, ‘in whose embrace you are already caught up; Who has adorned your heart with precious stones and has placed priceless pearls in your ears and has surrounded you with sparking gems as though blossoms of springtime and placed on your head a golden crown engraved with the zeal of holiness’ (cf. 1EpCLAg. 10-11)” </div>
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The newly professed sisters then signed the Document of Profession, witnessed by the Superior General, two other sisters, and the Archbishop. </div>
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Beautiful, isn’t it? </div>
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“I vow for the rest of my life to live in chastity, poverty and obedience […] I give myself to this family freely and with my whole heart…” These were parts of the words of profession. </div>
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Just like a wedding ceremony. But I found this ‘wedding’ to be more moving, especially when the Archbishop placed the ring on the sister’s finger and said “I espouse you to Jesus Christ…” </div>
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“The only wedding dress I would ever want to put on is the religious habit.” That was what I said almost 10 years ago when someone asked me when would be my turn to get married. </div>
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10 years ago! I guess that desire has never left me. Every time I was invited to a wedding Mass or/and wedding dinner, I was reminded of that special ‘wedding’. Another ‘format’ of walking down the aisle, and saying “I do” to my First Love.</div>
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I am still not sure what is stopping me from pursuing this desire. But I really hope the Lord would show me the way. If it’s really His will, I have no reason to say ‘no’. </div>
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Lord, you know my heart. You know that I love you. </div>
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<i>[Please pray for me so that I’d know my vocation soon. Thank you!]</i></div>Audrey Yuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08281880010379421725noreply@blogger.com1