100 Days

 

Photograph taken at Church of St Mary of the Angels (5th Sunday of Easter)

Today is 100 days since father died.  We had prayer session for him on the 1 May 2021 at his niche and another mass dedication (mass for the soul) to him on 2 May 2021.  

On 29 April 2021, which was last Thursday, I dreamt of my father.  It was the first time I dreamed of him ever since his death.  The cross with the white and yellow drape reminds me of the dream.  My father was dressed in white shirt, sitting down with some other people in the dream.  First time I dreamed of him dressing in white.  He had talked to me in my dream, an advice, but I cannot remember what it was now.  In the dream, I said I would remember it, but when I woke up, I had forgotten everything.  

  Photograph of my father when he was younger.  

My father loved to eat and one night he came to my brother's dream saying that he wanted to eat chicken drumstick without rice.  My brother went to buy Toto and he won money after that.  I dreamed of him, went to buy 4D, but never win anything.

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Door to Heaven

Photograph showing the Risen Christ at Church of St Mary of the Angels

It was not raining.  The sky was bright.  I was going to post about my vaccination yesterday.  Before that, I was reading email.  I came to the bulletin of Church of St Anthony of Padua.  As I was looking at the message below:

 The door to heaven and key to paradise is through the cross

The centrality of the Gospel message is the cross - but fortunately it does not stop there. Through the cross Jesus defeated our enemies - death and Satan and won pardon for our sins. His cross is the door to heaven and the key to paradise. The way to glory is through the cross. When the disciples saw the risen Lord they disbelieved for joy! How can death lead to life, the cross to victory? Jesus shows us the way and he gives us the power to overcome sin and despair, and everything else that would stand in the way of his love and truth. Just as the first disciples were commissioned to bring the good news of salvation to all the nations, so, we, too, are called to be witnesses of the resurrection of Jesus Christ to all who live on the face of the earth. Do you witness the joy of the Gospel to those around you?

Source: www.dailyscripture.net, author Don Schwager 

This week is the third week of Easter.  The Scripture in the bulletin is from Luke 24:35-48:

Then they told what had happened on the road, and how he was known to them in the breaking of the bread. As they were saying this, Jesus himself stood among them. But they were startled and frightened, and supposed that they saw a spirit. And he said to them, "Why are you troubled, and why do questionings rise in your hearts? See my hands and my feet, that it is I myself; handle me, and see; for a spirit has not flesh and bones as you see that I have." And while they still disbelieved for joy, and wondered, he said to them, "Have you anything here to eat?" They gave him a piece of broiled fish, and he took it and ate before them. Then he said to them, "These are my words which I spoke to you, while I was still with you, that everything written about me in the Law of Moses and the prophets and the psalms must be fulfilled." Then he opened their minds to understand the Scriptures, and said to them, "Thus it is written, that the Christ should suffer and on the third day rise from the dead, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins should be preached in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem. You are witnesses of these things.

Photograph showing my second uncle, died on 28 February 2021

There was a loud thunder just as I was reading the passage Door to Heaven.  The electricity tripped.  Everyone was so surprised.  There was no rain at all.  Until now, the sky was fine, no rain until now.  And no more thunder now as I was typing the post.  

Today is the 81th day my father had passed on.  I myself was 'resurrected', I experienced it.  Is this a sign to tell me that father is really in heaven now?  I am sure he is, for he is such a kind and generous person.  

My second uncle was not so fortunate.  He had a sudden death and died in the ambulance.  There was no last prayer, no anointing of the sick.  His cause of death was coronary artery disease.  I helped him to call a priest to offer him prayer and was able to notify the priest at Church of St Anthony to go there one evening, on the Thursday night.  Our Lord is merciful.  I am sure uncle Anthony will be in heaven too.  

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Broken Easter

 

Photograph showing the broken sunbird's egg 

The wind was so strong, it started to rain also.  Isaac and me went out to the corridor garden to check on the sunbird's egg.  It was there.  But later on, it was gone.  How can it be?  Then later the idea of being dropped out came to my mind.  Then we began to look around.  Finally I saw the egg in the pot, broken.  Isaac said it must be the wind.  Then he acted it out, holding the nest, swinging it like the wind did it, and it fell off from the nest.  

Photograph showing the cracked sunbird's egg

The egg of the sunbird is just like the chicken egg, with orange egg yolk inside it, the only difference is the delicate shell and the size.  The sunbird's egg is very small, just about 1cm in length.  

Everyday I check the nest and there were no more eggs.  What a pity and sad thing to have lost the only egg on Easter Sunday.  

Photograph showing the empty tomb of Christ at Church of St Mary of the Angels

A Prayer stood beside the tomb:  Lord, I stand before the tomb, confronted by fear, loss, grief and even death.  As I face the uncertainties of the future -- I put my trust in the hands of the Father as you did yours and carry my cross in love.  Give me the grace to trust and act that everything will fall in place in your perfect time.  

May you, O Risen Christ, who have always been faithful to me, walk with me along my journeys.  Open the scriptures and nourish me with sacrament of your presence -- that you will see me through the Good Friday's of my life and with your Holy Spirit give me the grace to enter the tomb and believe.  Amen.  

It's a different Easter this year.  Father was gone and so our family was one lacking.  However, now our family book for mass to attend.  After mass, we will meet for breakfast and this small gathering of course is so precious.  

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