"For many are called, but few are chosen ,"stressed Fr Lawrence at mass this morning, which got me thinking, despite my anxiousness to rest like a lazybone on a Sunday, idling aimlessly online, with youtube or facebook,lol. Did I mention I am a Facebook addict? Anyway, I took a short walk after Father's blessing before reaching my car and did my reflection, at least something to ponder on before lunch with my two goddaughters and my two close friends. I was actually late for Mass for 5 minutes and stood outside looking in, until a voice called me. To my surprise it was my old good friend from Add Maths Tuition, Lisa. It had been way, way back since I last saw her. So, taking my seat next to her, which was coincidentally empty,we exchanged pleasantries. God certainly knew how to make connections.
Ah, back to my reflection. Pardon the slight detour.
In the end of days, we are bound to be judged on the things we have done in the world. As temporary dwellers, we must not take lightly the purpose we are here on earth. Time is outmostly precious, if only we know how to make the best of each second. It is an outcry to ignore life on the other side when we are too focused on the pleasures of this side.
For God comes like a thief in the night, whether we are prepared or not. And what if we are not ready? Can we answer the questions He poses?Are
we going to be left standing dejected or be welcomed in with glory through the gates? That choice is predetermined now, if you are willing to make a stand in the world to do His will accordingly.
I do not want to end up in purgatory or hell. I also do not want the same fate to befall my family and friends. Or anyone else for that matter.
But somehow I know I in my imperfections, cannot deserve a place in heaven. I have not earn it,yet.
I need one last chance to get myself together. It is now or never. I never felt how compressed my journey is until today and the realization is enormous.
Perhaps that is why my intentions crash down like torrents, the walls collapsing to a point of no return.
I don't feel like the person I used to be.
I am less restless.
Less affected.
Not as bitter.
This change... I hope ... will be for the better.
Was in MPH too just now, and saw autobiographies of the three influential figures I had written earlier.
Pope John Paul II, an account of his life by his secretary Cardinal Stanislaw
Mother Teresa, her own story of her life and her plight as a servant to the servants
Mahatma Gandhi, his struggles and passive revolution to win over the hearts of many for the good of his nation.
My budget did not allow me to buy, sigh. But I am working on it. One must have motivation in order to fulfill dreams. What more to say of my urge to go to Vatican, when I looked frantically for travel guides of Rome. Sad to say the travel guides cost a bomb. I had to abandon my plan for now.However, I will take this obstacle as a challenge. We all may plan but only God decides eventually. We cannot stop the rain but we know we can always pray for sunny days. Let us not commit the ultimate sin if we love God a little less.
Ah, back to my reflection. Pardon the slight detour.
In the end of days, we are bound to be judged on the things we have done in the world. As temporary dwellers, we must not take lightly the purpose we are here on earth. Time is outmostly precious, if only we know how to make the best of each second. It is an outcry to ignore life on the other side when we are too focused on the pleasures of this side.
For God comes like a thief in the night, whether we are prepared or not. And what if we are not ready? Can we answer the questions He poses?Are
we going to be left standing dejected or be welcomed in with glory through the gates? That choice is predetermined now, if you are willing to make a stand in the world to do His will accordingly.I do not want to end up in purgatory or hell. I also do not want the same fate to befall my family and friends. Or anyone else for that matter.
But somehow I know I in my imperfections, cannot deserve a place in heaven. I have not earn it,yet.
I need one last chance to get myself together. It is now or never. I never felt how compressed my journey is until today and the realization is enormous.
Perhaps that is why my intentions crash down like torrents, the walls collapsing to a point of no return.
I don't feel like the person I used to be.
I am less restless.
Less affected.
Not as bitter.
This change... I hope ... will be for the better.
Was in MPH too just now, and saw autobiographies of the three influential figures I had written earlier.
Pope John Paul II, an account of his life by his secretary Cardinal Stanislaw
Mother Teresa, her own story of her life and her plight as a servant to the servants
Mahatma Gandhi, his struggles and passive revolution to win over the hearts of many for the good of his nation.
My budget did not allow me to buy, sigh. But I am working on it. One must have motivation in order to fulfill dreams. What more to say of my urge to go to Vatican, when I looked frantically for travel guides of Rome. Sad to say the travel guides cost a bomb. I had to abandon my plan for now.However, I will take this obstacle as a challenge. We all may plan but only God decides eventually. We cannot stop the rain but we know we can always pray for sunny days. Let us not commit the ultimate sin if we love God a little less.
The Lord says, "I will rescue those who love me. I will protect those who trust in my name. When they call me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble.
I will rescue them and honor them. I will satisfy them with a long life and give them my salvation."
PSALMS 91:14-16
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