a trash-bag of thoughts and things that swim in the mind of a wandering fool-for-Christ, a.k.a. taong-grasa-para-kay-Kristo wannabe... "If indeed aspiring to be free and happy and deliberately poor, simple, unfit for career advancement, and just a mere human being who is fully aware of his being so is really a case for the asylum, then please count me in! This is what being a fool-for-Christ truly means! I would willingly forgo a leg and an arm to even get anywhere near being one!"
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
1.11.11 - ORDINARY TIME
Nativity. Epiphany. Theophany.
Solemn Liturgies and gunpowder orgies.
It's 2011!
Reunions and departures, check.
Housecleaning, check.
Quiapo Fiesta, check.
First Week in ordinary time, green vestments, rest and detox.
The last of the guests has left.
Time to get back to work.
Beer-induced dreams of projects, travels and resolutions are now tamed with the simpler, more realistic and down-to-earth requirements of day-to-day grind at the parish: Early morning Mass, an occasional sick-call, rice and boiled vegetables, siesta and coffee, confessions.
Time to shift gear; it's now back to the old one-day-at-a-time mode.
"give us this day our daily bread" says the Pater Noster.
Soon, it will be evening once more.
The air is still cold though...a waft of the thawing winter chills imported by the winds from the other side of the globe.
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