Last Sunday, I was at an evening mass in a small town called Kepayan. Now, normally when I’m at that church, I’d be sitting outside since it’s pretty warm inside, but that evening, for some reason, I felt called to sit inside.
The rosary prayer has already started when I sat, so I quickly got my rosary beads out to join in the prayer. As I recite the prayer, I felt the bench jerked backward. Then it jerked again. I turned my head to look and saw the back of the head of a girl. Told myself, “It’s just a kid.” But the moving sensation goes on. That girl was slamming her back on the bench again and again. I started to get so annoyed so I turned my head to look…
And then I saw her. A girl with down syndrome…
Guilt started running inside of me. I felt like a jerk so I looked down on my feet and started asking for forgiveness.
She behaved pretty well during the whole procession. After communion, I drank the water from my bottle and I noticed that she has the same pink bottle as mine, except that mine was a Tupperware brand and hers was the cheaper version. She looked at me and I showed her my bottle to acknowledge that we have the same bottle. I think she smiled at me! Then I suddenly felt this warmth inside of me – I wanted to cry! So I looked down on my feet again, closed my eyes and tried really hard not to drop a tear.
I guess that’s how life is. We judge people too quickly, but until we have been in their shoes, we’ll never know the struggle they went through.
but the greatest of these is love.” (1 Corinthians 13:13)
I’d like to end my post with a photo of my freshly picked pucuk ubi from my garden.
God has been so good by providing us fresh veggies everyday. *Ü*