Not for personal gain or glory

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Not for personal gain or glory

Like the Vikings who left us this word – ‘berserk’
some of us may have shown it through human reaction,
where we go berserk against disproportionate behaviors
such anger or infuriation that defines the immediate actions.

It’s still very human to act in this way with sudden eruption,
when inner anger overrules and makes us manifest towards others;
a strong element that fuels harsh words and outrage within,
oh, what a state of mind! so capable to influence us in many ways.

But Jesus Christ’s experience when confronted with torture,
suffering, crucifixion and eventually death in his heroic way;
his courage and humility which are worth mentioning here.
truly, a sublime reaction against those pains and persecutions.

He becomes human who copes with greater risks and pains,
identified not as a historical Jesus of natural stoicism;
with his real grasp of what his destiny may entail along the process,
his only response – to embrace the cross which means so much for us.
On Good Friday reminds us of his passion and crucifixion,
being betrayed, denied and left alone in humiliation;
in darkness and dread, in sorrow and bereavement,
he remains true to his mission and love for all the people.

His lonely agony in the garden of Gethsemane,
touches us so profoundly as he awaits for his destiny;
here is his obedience to the Father whom he prays to,
one with him, distinct in person, one in the Trinity.

Courage or bravery is worth remembering here,
it’s born out of a vision that comprises his self-giving;
that knows no fear but is moved with deep reflection,
all for otherness, all for humanity, all because of his love for people.

In today’s world where we’re constantly tempted with selfishness,
self-centeredness or obsession for power, money and prestige;
Christ’s journey with his disciples makes us reflect what it means,
to be a disciple is to be willing to sacrifice for the sake of others.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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A crepuscular rendezvous 0
I said a prayer for you today 0
Inner repertoire 0
Die Freude am Leben[1] 0
Summer delight 0
Bygone traditions 0
Sacredness of a family 0
A moment to recall 1
Prayer 0
In Retrospect: Chrism Mass[1] 0
Holy Saturday – with fervent hope 1
Good Friday portrayal 0
Embracing a sad mem’ry 0
Cultural shindig 0
A crepuscular rendezvous 0
Bygone traditions 0
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Not for personal gain or glory 0
Nursing home residents 2
On Thanksgiving Day 0
On the heels of a free market 0
On your birthday 0
Opening a hornet's nest 0
Painting the agony 0
Reliance on God 0
Mystical experience 1
The love of my life 0
Quake-stricke
n town in China
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A soldier's tale 1
Redemption 0
In God's hands 0
For a dying loved one 1
The scars of losing my parents 0
Mixed emotions 0
Remorse 0
The wealth of friendship 0
Graduation 0
Grief and forgiveness 0
Happy Ending 1
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Reflections of reality 0
A blank life 0