Yesterday was sunday. And it's a wonderful feeling to be able to fight against the tempting moment of waking up late since it was holiday. And since the church is just a walking distance from home, i managed to get there first thing on a fine sunday morning. There i was, sitting quietly in one corner waiting for the mass to begin. I felt strange actually. I don't know. It's been a long time since I sat there early in the morning. While i searched for familiar faces, i noticed a wheelchair in front of me. Somehow i got curious who was that fellow sitting there, what i only saw was a lady's hair braided so well. The mass started finally so my attention switched on to the ceremony and forgot about my curiosity. The sermon of the priest in connection with the Gospel reading was all about humility and service to others.
Being a catholic since, it has never been an issue to me what relegion brings the good news best/better. There is no relegion that can transform an individual to a christlike attitude than the one already renewed by pure love to God ,no matter how the teachings in one's church goes. Anyway, i felt good singing and responding to the Eucharistic mass and seemed proud to have been given such a chance to worship and praise from my own will. I felt a sense of fulfillness in my spiritual aspect on that day. And being able to sing with the hymns is a plus. But then, when it's time to say "peace" to the people around me, i felt a little discontent coz very few around me responded and showed a welcoming smile. But who am i to judge their motives anyway?
When it was time to receive the holy communion, i mixed myself in a row with my fellow churchgoer. After then, i went back to my chair only to realize that my curiosity about the lady in a wheelchair was answered. I saw her at last. But very far from what i expected and thought to be a woman in her later years. She's in her early teen years! She could hardly move and her head just facing straight while a tube connected on her nose. A sobbering thought crept on me. And then i realize, out of my weird imagination: Just how many of us at that very moment in complete sense, able to walk, dance,sing and worship God and yet busy for something else than being in church for just an hour! " And then here is a young girl, half- paralyzed, giving me a realization that life is really precious. So while still able to go and worship God by myself without a wheelchair or a cane, i've to grab it.
What a realization! But to get a reality check, seeing the young girl, brings such symbolical meaning in one's christian life. And i hope it's not yet too late for everyone of us.