Thursday, July 15, 2010

The Fourth Sorrowful Mystery

A story was told about a man who persistently prayed to God to ease him of the cross he has been carrying for years. One day, St. Peter appeared before him and said he is being summoned by God who has heard his prayers. The man went up the gates of heaven with St. Peter who later brought him to a roomful of crosses. There they were, in different colors, materials, sizes. Some were very simple and some were ornate. Some were as huge as the trees in a virgin forest and some were as small as the palm of one's hand. Then, St. Peter told the man that because God was a just and fair God, he can take a look and choose the cross which he thinks he can carry without much difficulty. The man went around the room. He paused when he saw one that caught his attention. It took a while before he chose one, got it and showed it to St. Peter. The gatekeeper asked him if he was sure it was what he wanted. After giving his assurance, St. Peter instructed him to look at what's written on the back of the cross. The man was astonished to find his name engraved thereat.

I always recall to mind this story whenever I have choices or decisions to make at this point in my life. I know it pleases my God to know that I have accepted my cross long ago, and though I sometimes feel burdened heavily, I always look forward to the promise of resurrection which would lead me to everlasting life.

I am no Bible-carrying nor Bible-quoting Christian. I just know that the story of the man who refused his cross and ended up with the same is repeated several times over in all parts of the world. Being an orphan at a very young age is a cross. Difficult mathematical equations are themselves a cross. A vicious husband, a nagging wife, a special child and sickly parents are each a cross. So are a parasitic friend, an unproductive sister and a gossipy neighbor. Even a low-paying job, a know-all-boss and an inefficient assistant are crosses one must have to bear. There are as many crosses as there are people on earth. Sometimes, a person feels s/he has a lot of burdens on his/her shoulders. It would take a lot of self-searching to discern which of the crosses we bear is the one for us. I believe this means that like the man in the story, we can bargain with God, but only on His terms.

I can't recall how many times I turned down someone in need because I know that it is a cross I shouldn't have to bear. (The times when I carried this cross far outnumbered the times I didn't.) Or the times when I refused to heed the messages sent by listen-to-me-I-know-it-will-be-good-for-you fellows, who only wanted to pass their crosses to me so subtly, they think I wouldn't know.

It is very clear to me what my cross is in my lifetime. Sure it's heavy. But I know it's mine. It manifests itself in different forms at different points in time, and when it does, it weakens and debilitates me. Good thing I am a half-full glass of milk-person. It helps a lot to carry that weight. Plus, I get a lot of help from the One who carried His cross to Calvary, and His mother, who did not leave His side.

Image lifted from yakub_israel


  1. hello leng. just reading your blog and first let me say am so sorry about Bugaki. Am a dog parent too with Koffy. Love him to death and growing up we had a dog too, he lived from 1987 to 2000. He's my first dog, but more like he's my father's dog but since we got him when i was seven he's my playmate. btw his name was Anggo. The day he died i thought am close to dying too. I was in college when my mom called me saying that anggo was sick and that weekend I got home, he waited for me, after 5 to 10 minutes he passed. swear after him i never wanted to have another dog, but on 2007 my husband and i got Koffy. He's turning 3 this September. The only fault dogs have are that they only live a short life. Am enjoying every day i have with koffy. I know he won;t stay forever with us, but what the heck, a dog's love is worth more than anything in this world. Talking about him now makes me cry.

    I wish you good in everything and thank you for the comment and visit. means a lot to me.

    am on my 5th month now. i say this month is a lot better than the previous ones. hehehe.

  2. Denise, it took me so long to see your comment. Thanks a lot. I assume you're the same age as my eldest daughter. We are both ukay fanatics. I wish i would have a grandchild like your mom would, but it may take time since my son-in-law is out of the country. Be very careful now that you're on the 5th month. You are a very chic preggy woman. i always visit your blog. sweet days ahead!