Monday, June 25, 2012

Missionary of Charity

      I have been on bed rest for at least five days now. Still, my leg is painful. It does not seem like muscular pain but only a proper diagnosis can prove what is wrong. I tried to call the doctor the whole morning but could not even get through to him. He's a good doctor and that is why, he is on demand as well.

     He is fully booked and could not slot me in till tomorrow morning. How hard it is today to see a good doctor. Harder still for those who cannot afford. I thought of the poor. How painful it must be for them to see their own children die because of malnutrition and disease. How much suffering for those who are poor, sick and still have to work to fend for their family.

      It so happened that I am reading 'Come Be My Light', the revealing private writings of the late Blessed Mother Teresa. She herself went through so much sufferings so she could identify and relate and fathom the sufferings of the poor, the sick and the dying.

      It makes me think of a lot of things. There are still so much poverty in the world but many of us are so caught up in materialism, the latest fads and the next property to buy. The list goes on. Will we just spend a little more time and love for these people?

      I think of the many graduates of medicine out there. I pray and I hope you will join me in prayers for many more volunteer doctors and nurses to help care for the sick amongst the poor. Pray also for more willing hearts to serve as a missionary of charity like Mother Teresa, serving the poorest of the poor, thus serving God.

     You and I are both made differently with a different calling. If you do feel a stirring in your heart, a calling to serve the poor but are afraid, think of these words that Mother Teresa wrote," It is to make unhappy homes happy, to bring Jesus into their dark homes....If only one family, if only one unhappy child is made happy with the love of Jesus, tell me, will it not be worth all of us giving all for that, for u having all the trouble?"

     Perhaps God is calling you. Praying you have the courage to answer God's call.

Friday, June 22, 2012

My Poor Artist

Now your bags are packed,
You are ready to go,
My heart is sad,
Words cannot explain,
All those passing years,
You have been there for me,
My wild rollercoaster days,
Your artist mood swings,
Our endless melancholy chats,
Our dreams of backpacking,
Our hopes to trek every jungle,
Fashion dreams collide into cloud nine,
Hippie songs and beatle mania,
I wanna hold your hands we sing,
Reggae bar and rainforest fests,
Artsy bazaars and coffee rantings,
Oriental arts and psychedelic colours,
Rockclimbing and waterfall adventures,
The strings that held us together,
Our swimming and kayaking days are over,
Suntanning we shall leave to the kids,
Who are oblivious to freckles and wrinkles,
You sang amazing grace,
And I almost fell off my chair,
I still cannot believe that deep voice is yours,
Boyfriends come and go,
Yet you stay and make me smile,
God's grace you are,
A blessing and gift to me,
A friend like you is like Vitamin C,
Keeps me from the viruses of blues,
As sad as I might sound yet am happy,
My poor artist is spreading his wings,
There is none like you,
I know I will never find a substitute,
So please be happy for me over the sea,
I pray God keep you safe in His wings,
And please my dearest artist,
Keep the arts flowing