During the mass, we noticed that while this priest was discussing the homily, an elderly priest was assisted by the servants to stand beside the celebrant to continue the homily. As soon as he started to speak, I immediately noticed he had stroke because of his motor movements and his slurred speech. My heart melted and I was in awe. I appreciated that he continued to serve despite his condition.
After the celebration of the mass at the cathedral, Peter encouraged me to go to the elderly priest and ask for his hand to bless us. I hesitated for a moment because I believed that was only applicable to young children but at the back of my head, I thought to myself, we're only young once. So we went up there with those people who have also intended to pay respect to the elderly priest. When he placed his hand on my forehead, I felt like I was a young child again and I felt humbled. There's something about elderly people that always makes me emotional. It could be just because I have never experienced being close to any of my grand parents.
|What would you rather look forward to whenever you see the sun rise? A new day or a new beginning?|