We are surrounded by declarations from all around: thank-yous and promises from elected officials, jokes over a heinous crime from a celebrity, a singer's "out-ing" of her sexual preference (probably not sexuality, as many media outfits identify), calls for help from a country between Europe and Asia, among many others.
But are we only the sum total of what we are able to express, whether through our words or through our emotions, efforts and exercise? Are we to be defined, appreciated, related to only according to what we sense, to what we are able to say, to how we see things, to how we struggle between despair and hope?
I am grateful to my Nanay for her devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus. She was among the first persons in my life who introduced me to what is beyond me, to that Who loved me into existence. It is from the abundance of His heart, pierced and wounded so that when I am pierced and wounded I may know consolation, that words have come to define who I have come to believe I am. Who am I, beyond my struggles and searching, my despairs and decisions, my musings and music and ministry, my loves and lusts and lukewarmness, my faith and my falls and my forwards? Who am I beyond all these? He tells me, with all the love in this world and beyond: I am HIS.
On this Year of Faith, I pray you hear Him too, tell you this.
*Originally posted on Facebook
On this Year of Faith, I pray you hear Him too, tell you this.
*Originally posted on Facebook
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