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Reflections of Family and Faith
"The family that prays together stays together." - Venerable Patrick Peyton
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Have you ever walked into a kitchen hungry, and just after someone’s baked fresh bread or simmered a pot of soup on a cold day? The aroma hits you before a word is spoken. You feel warmth, welcome, love. In our homes, smells, scent and aroma carry meaning. They speak when words fail. In his article, The Fragrance of the Ointment, J.R. Miller says that the fragrance of Mary of Bethany's ointment that filled the house is a beautiful symbol of Mary's life. "She was not an active follower of Christ, except in her home and quiet daily life. She did not leave all and go with Him, as some other women and men did. Her name is not connected, even in tradition, with anything startling or great. Our first glimpse of her is her sitting at the Master's feet as a learner. Into her heart, she received the words of the Master, which were life to her. Like a handful of spices, they fell into her heart and transformed her life into radiant beauty."
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There’s a story told of a little boy who came home from school one day, upset and confused. His classmate had laughed at his lunch, the traditional food his mother had lovingly packed. Embarrassed, he asked her not to send it again. His mother, heartbroken, didn’t scold him. She simply sat with him and said, “Son, sometimes when you carry something different, people throw stones. But don’t drop it, because It’s your treasure that you are carrying.” In today’s Gospel, Jesus is once again under fire, not for breaking the law or causing riots, but for being Himself. He says, “I and the Father are one.” And immediately, the people around Him pick up stones to throw. Not just metaphorical ones, real stones, the kind that silences, punish, and erase.
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Today’s reading from the book of the prophet Daniel is gripping — like something out of a courtroom drama. Two respected elders, full of deceit, attempt to destroy the reputation and life of a virtuous woman. Susanna is cornered not just by their lust but by the terrifying weight of injustice. Imagine this: a young girl, falsely accused, standing in the center of a circle, condemned by powerful men. Her voice is trembling, her hands shaking, but her heart is rooted in something unshakable — truth when truth hangs in the balance. And yet, she stands firm, even when no one believes her. She cries out not to the world but to God. And God hears. That’s Susanna’s story — truthfully, it could be ours, too. Susanna’s story is not ancient history. It’s happening every day — when character is questioned, when assumptions are made, and when the voices of the innocent are too soft to be heard over the noise of pride, gossip, and power.
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Let me start with a question: Have you ever tried to walk into the ocean slowly? You start with your toes. It's cold. So, you wait. Then your ankles. Still bearable. Then to your knees, still ok. But then comes that dreaded moment, the wave crashes, and you’re suddenly soaked to your waist. Some laugh. Some run back to shore screaming. Some just dive in. Ezekiel had a vision a bit like that, we hear of water trickling out from the Temple—starting small, ankle-deep, then knee-deep, then waist-deep, and finally a river so vast no one could cross it. Wherever this water flowed, life bloomed. Trees bore fruit. Salt water turned fresh. Everything lived because of the water.
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Holy lives of inspiration | Strengthening family unity
Picture this: A neglected backyard garden. Weeds choke the flowerbeds, tomato plants sag under their own neglect, and the once-vibrant roses are now a tangle of thorns. We’ve all been that gardener—distracted, busy, or just plain forgetful. But then, one day, we step outside, clippers in hand, and think: “What if I tried to revive this?” The prophet Hosea paints a similar scene for Israel. Their spiritual garden is overgrown with idolatry and pride, yet God whispers, “Return to me. Let me heal you. I will be like the dew, and you will bloom like the lily” (Hosea 14:2-5). Lent is that moment we pick up the clippers and say, “Let’s try again.”
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We live in a time where remembering is harder than ever. Our attention spans are shrinking faster than the lifespan of an Instagram story. We have passwords we can’t remember (I now have started keeping a word document for my passwords alone; and that document is password protected too, and I have difficulty remembering that password!), phones and keys we misplace daily, and memories that vanish somewhere between breakfast and lunchtime.
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