Today's the Feast of the Cross. It's actually the first time I heard this occasion. It turns out that today is the day that St. Helena, mother of Constantine found the wooden cross which hung Christ, the Savior of the World.


I heard this in the homily a while ago... (of course mejo revised na since hindi ko saulado ang lahat) and it was from a book that I didn't quite catch.


St. Francis of Assisi was restless and the monk asked him why. And St. Francis replied that he felt he didn't love Jesus enough. "Didn't you leave everything to follow him?" The monk asked St. Francis. He replied, "Not enough."
"Didn't you stood up at the Plaza and showed everyone how serious you are about leaving worldly desires and thoughts?" "No. Not enough."
And each question the monk asked, St. Francis would say, "No. Not enough. Never enough."


The point of this sharing was that St. Francis loved Jesus so much that he never was complacent of his love for Him. Everything that he did, he felt it was not enough. He knew that since Jesus was the love of his life, He could always do more. The priest told us to be careful of complacency and mediocrity. Because loving a person meant that you always want that person to be happy... not because you feel happy because the person is around.


It made me think about people i love... and have i ever felt that loving them was "not enough"?


I don't know. But for Jesus, I'd want to say that.


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After reading Jaja's blog, I realized I'm happy that the group has bonded. Sana they learn more from Ate Rose. I hope this time, they'll appreciate her na and show her their appreciation. Sana din, marespeto nila si Ate Rose the way she deserves to be respected. She had done so much for us and for me. I realized now, I think I might have hurt Ate because of my actions, but in the end, I'm sure this will bear fruits. Sabi nga ni Jeff dati, habang andyan si Arlene, walang matutunan yung mga tao... I've tried to look past the hurts, the disrespect, the coldness, the indifference to the point that I forget myself and end up hurting myself over the least bit negative reaction because I cared so much, but it has gotten to a point where I know some things happen for a reason. And my going away is there... for a reason.