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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AARXo-fSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:22:24.455+08:00</updated><title>Under The Fig Tree</title><subtitle type="html">Figs, mentioned frequently in both the Old and New Testaments of the Bible as an essential plant in the Holy Land; also described figuratively by St. Augustine as a symbol of the human race.  Nathanael, sitting under the fig tree, observing Jesus...so many possibilities, so many meanings!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/UnderTheFigTree" /><feedburner:info uri="underthefigtree" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBRn06cSp7ImA9WxBaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-7264030285066299288</id><published>2010-03-24T09:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:34:17.319+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-24T10:34:17.319+08:00</app:edited><title>Oscar Romero Remembered</title><content type="html">Today marks the 30th anniversary of the murder of Archbishop Oscar Romero of El Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8580840.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; commemorates Romero's legacy in its report on how the country is coping now, three decades after his assassination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of Romero includes such hard-hitting truths as the one below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"A church that suffers no persecution but enjoys the privileges and support of the things of the earth - beware! - is not the true church of Jesus Christ. A preaching that does not point out sin is not the preaching of the gospel. A preaching that makes sinners feel good, so that they are secured in their sinful state, betrays the gospel's call."&lt;/span&gt;  (1/22/78)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To download a free copy of the e-book The Violence of Love, (231 pages, 963 kb)  go &lt;a href="http://www.plough.com/ebooks/violenceoflove.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsH4ngBjtYg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Romero for a brief intro to his life and death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-7264030285066299288?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/SALPl-O39X8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7264030285066299288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=7264030285066299288" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/7264030285066299288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/7264030285066299288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/SALPl-O39X8/oscar-romero-remembered.html" title="Oscar Romero Remembered" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscar-romero-remembered.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMDR307fSp7ImA9WxBSFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-4170758905752953985</id><published>2009-12-22T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:54:36.305+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-22T10:54:36.305+08:00</app:edited><title>Advent (4): Christmas Is God's Response to the Drama of Humankind</title><content type="html">In a world where much has gone wrong over the years, and in and around Bethlehem in particular, which has seen so much violence.... a new message of its importance rings out from Pope Benedict in his message on the 4th Sunday of Advent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full report from EWTN below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ewtn.com/vnews/getstory.asp?number=99524"&gt;EWTN.com - Christmas Is God's Response to the Drama of Humankind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-4170758905752953985?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/AzuMQiVdDz0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://www.ewtn.com/vnews/getstory.asp?number=99524" title="Advent (4): Christmas Is God's Response to the Drama of Humankind" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4170758905752953985/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=4170758905752953985" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4170758905752953985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4170758905752953985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/AzuMQiVdDz0/advent-4-christmas-is-gods-response-to.html" title="Advent (4): Christmas Is God's Response to the Drama of Humankind" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-4-christmas-is-gods-response-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCQ3Y8eCp7ImA9WxBSEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-8813359534894083649</id><published>2009-12-19T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:14:22.870+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-19T19:14:22.870+08:00</app:edited><title>Advent (3): From CatholicTV</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Amidst all the usual hassle and bustle of the Christmas season, take a break, have a kit-kat... better still watch this Christmas Under The Stars, a performance by All Saints Choir courtesy of Catholic TV:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch it here: &lt;a href="http://www.catholictv.com/shows/default.aspx?seriesID=126"&gt;CatholicTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-8813359534894083649?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/OzGF2Ch34Zs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8813359534894083649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=8813359534894083649" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/8813359534894083649?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/8813359534894083649?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/OzGF2Ch34Zs/catholictv.html" title="Advent (3): From CatholicTV" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/12/catholictv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHRHY8eip7ImA9WxBTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-8606829505848025564</id><published>2009-12-07T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:47:15.872+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-07T21:47:15.872+08:00</app:edited><title>Advent (2): Mary's Christmas Dream</title><content type="html">Just what is Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't December yet when I happened to see a TV ad for a "Christmas in Disneyland" complete with snowmen, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and friends.  A few close buddies who happened to catch that ad started wondering what a wonderful thing it would be to celebrate Christmas there.  Nothing wrong with Disneyland, I was thinking to myself... "heck....... just what has Mickey and Donald and Goofy got to do with Christmas anyway"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we were at the mall and smack in the lobby was a giant snow-house with Santa, reindeer, sleds, and all things merry and bright with the theme "A Candy Christmas" - with lots of yep, you guessed it, candy of all shapes and sizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this story in my Sunday bulletin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mary's Christmas Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream, Joseph. &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;I don’t understand it, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;The people in my dream had been preparing for about six weeks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;They had decorated the house and bought new clothes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;They’d gone shopping many times and bought many elaborate gifts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren’t for our son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;They wrapped them in beautiful paper and stacked them under a tree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;Yes, a tree, Joseph, right inside their homes! They’d decorated the tree with sparkling ornaments.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;There was a figure like an angel on the top of the tree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;Everyone was laughing and happy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our son.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;I don’t think they even knew him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;They never mentioned his name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;I had the strangest feeling that, if our Jesus had gone to this celebration he would have been intruding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="storytext"&gt;How sad for someone not to be wanted at his own birthday party!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="storytext"&gt;I’m glad it was only a dream. How terrible Joseph, if it had been real!’&lt;/p&gt; Author Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife made a wry comment.... "looking at how we celebrate Christmas today... it was NOT really a dream, was it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="storytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-8606829505848025564?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/P1yn72VcjTw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8606829505848025564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=8606829505848025564" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/8606829505848025564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/8606829505848025564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/P1yn72VcjTw/advent-2-marys-christmas-dream.html" title="Advent (2): Mary's Christmas Dream" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-2-marys-christmas-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDSHoyfCp7ImA9WxNaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-1645096148024836798</id><published>2009-12-02T09:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:19:39.494+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-03T01:19:39.494+08:00</app:edited><title>Advent (1): Whose birthday is it, anyway?</title><content type="html">We live at a point in time when our lives seem to be dictated by two exceptional forces -  sheer speed and precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we think on our feet, take quick showers, gulp down instant coffees and sprint to the train stations and multi-task at work.  Satellite television brings us the news as it's unfolding anywhere in the world in real time. It is indeed a rare breed who can say he or she is either happily "offline", out of the rat race or actually stops to smell the roses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us I suspect, Christmas is also subject to the same conditioning - cleaning, changing, cooking, decorating, shopping, buying, giving and etc.  Even our priests can vouch it's one of the busiest times of the year. There's the liturgy, homilies, confessions, carols, social outreach programs, home visitation for the sick and home bound to cater for among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to get caught up in the frenetic rush toward Christmas that often we miss the opportunity of Advent - a whole 4 weeks - as a time for slowing down, taking stock of what's happening in our lives and the world around us, and pondering upon the coming of the Christ - back then, now and in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be true that the world we live in today doesn't really afford us the time and space to do so. However, by the same token, it would also seem very lame to simply follow the crowd, plead ignorance or remain apathetic - especially when we feel something's not quite right with the present scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the following story by the Rev. Fred Henry of Calgary can help illustrate the whole meaning of "missing" Christmas a little better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the land of puzzling tales there lived an eight-year-old boy named Jason. Now in this land and in the neighbourhood where Jason lived, the unexpected always happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Instead of football, they played knee ball; instead of children going to school, the teachers went to homes. In the summer time, it was not uncommon to see the water freeze, in the wintertime, leaves grew on the trees. It was a strange place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; One incident in the land of puzzling tales stands out - Jason's ninth birthday. As usual, the unusual happened. Jason's grandparents came from their home across the province to help celebrate. When they got to Jason's neighbourhood, they went to the Brown's house down the street and stayed there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; When Jason's mother baked a birthday cake, she gave it to the letter carrier to eat.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; When the neighbourhood kids heard it was Jason's birthday, they exchanged gifts with one another and, of course, Jason got none.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; There was a blizzard of birthday cards. The post office had to hire extra workers to handle the deluge of cards. Of course, in the land of puzzling tales the expected was unexpected, and all the kids, the moms and dads, the grandparents, and even a couple of dogs and a parakeet got cards, while poor Jason got none. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Finally, about nine o'clock that night, in a fit of frustration and anger, Jason went out and borrowed the school cheerleader's megaphone, rode up and down the street on his unicycle and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whose birthday is it, anyway?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The night was so silent that the echoes bounced for hours off the mountainsides: "Whose birthday is it, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-1645096148024836798?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/ElvHrJJzDO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1645096148024836798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=1645096148024836798" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/1645096148024836798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/1645096148024836798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/ElvHrJJzDO8/advent-1-whose-birthday-is-it-anyway.html" title="Advent (1): Whose birthday is it, anyway?" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-1-whose-birthday-is-it-anyway.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNQXg9eyp7ImA9WxNUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-4924269993927580466</id><published>2009-11-04T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:21:30.663+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-07T11:21:30.663+08:00</app:edited><title>Year For Priests (4): Answering The Call</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An article by Dan Luby  which appeared in the Catholic Herald Malaysia's 25 October 2009 issue began like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The movie opens. A man sips beer at the kitchen table, surrounded by the happy choreography of holiday meal preparation.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"So," someone asks him,"what's up in your world these days?" In the midst of chopping and washing and cleaning, ears cock.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Actually," he says after a pause and another sip,"I've been talking to my pastor about going to the seminary."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The screen splits to show two reactions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In one, his brother laughs dismissively and says,"No, seriously dude,"... His college friend frowns and says,"Why are on are you doing that?" and his mother looks disapprovingly and says nothing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;On a parallel screen, his brother laughs and says, "That'd be great man, man,"....His college friend smiles and says,"It's about time," and his mom hugs him tight, saying nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luby then goes on to share his priest friends' answers to the same question, including what makes it either easy or difficult to say "yes" to the call of the priesthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember a few years ago in my previous parish when the priest surprised many of us with his opening statement of his homily: "Parents, please don't pray for vocations." Then he went on to ask, "How many of you parents have sat down with your children and talked to them about vocations? How many of you have talked about the possibilities of one of your sons joining the seminary? How many of you have discussed with your daughters about becoming a religious?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His point was simple. It's no use just praying for vocations without doing something about it.  I remember when I was young, we were always reminded of that, like it or not!  In the end, two of my brothers entered the Seminary.  One later left to marry to a girl he met during one of his pastoral stints, the other is quite happy being a monk in his religious order. I'd like to think that both of them found their vocations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 8 year old son has not been spared the same queries either. His reply: " I don't think I want to be a priest right now, because that would mean I can't become a train driver!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when he was born, we went to the chapel just before being discharged and on an impulse, put him on the altar table, and both his mother and I thanked God for the gift he had given us, and in return we gave him back to God, as a thanksgiving. As we left the chapel, we bumped into the chaplain who blessed him and asked in his French accent, "When he's older, come back and give him to me, eh?" I remember that both of us nodded our heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's too easy to read into situations and jump to conclusions, but as parents, we are open to God's plan for our son, and would indeed be very happy if he so gets the "call".  Fast forward to last week, he came back from school with a form that required us to fill out a few details including his future "ambition".  I think he must be one of the few in his school to pen "train driver" in the column!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-4924269993927580466?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/gD8SLyjNwoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4924269993927580466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=4924269993927580466" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4924269993927580466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4924269993927580466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/gD8SLyjNwoA/year-for-priests-4-answering-call.html" title="Year For Priests (4): Answering The Call" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-for-priests-4-answering-call.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMER307cSp7ImA9WxNQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-1615279963940363930</id><published>2009-09-24T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:50:06.309+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T09:50:06.309+08:00</app:edited><title>Year for Priests (3): Pastors With Guts</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Srt-uRw6ALI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wvCUR6cc4Ew/s1600-h/Cardinal+Praying1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Srt-uRw6ALI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wvCUR6cc4Ew/s200/Cardinal+Praying1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037112959172786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at our world today, there is no doubt that religious persecution is very much in vogue. Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, and peoples of other faiths are routinely persecuted partly by those who govern them and wherever people of these religions form the minority. Sometimes these persecutions are carried out in the cover of darkness. At other times, it's done with the collusion of powerful individuals and government.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucanews.com/2009/09/24/interreligious-organization-warns-against-politicizing-religion/"&gt;UCAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Union of Catholic Asian News) website reported that the Religion and Peace Academy Nepal (RAPAN), an Inter Religious body, has warned that "people forcing political goals on religion are hampering the already peace process in Nepal."  Closer to home, especially in recent times, we have seen unruly mobs threaten, make fun and belittle the beliefs and rights of the religious minorities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime ago, I received this particular email "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/weblogs/a-conservative-view-point/2009/apr/19/a-pastor-with-guts/"&gt;A Pastor With Guts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal;"&gt; on three different occasions. No doubt, many others would have received it too.  What stands out about this story is how one pastor decided to stand up for what he believed in, irrespective of what others thought. His stance brought about the wrath of many who stood opposed to his position.  Conversely, it also brought about many new believers, renewed the floundering faith of others and affirmed those who believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For no particular reason, my thoughts turned toward China and the trials and tribulations of the Church there over the years.  I learned about Ignatius Kung (pic above).  The &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianhistorytimeline.com/lives_events/more/kung.shtml"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christian History Timeline&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; website tells us that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the night of September 8, 1955, the Communists arrested Bishop Kung and about 320 other Roman Catholics. Many of these would suffer long years in prison, known no longer by their names, but by numbers.  For 5 years, Kung was held in prison without a trial. Finally, he was convicted of treason and sentenced to life imprisonment. To go free, all he had to do was to renounce the pope and accept the Communist puppet church.  He refused to do either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so, for thirty years, he had to live the Christian life, relying directly on the Spirit of Jesus, because he was denied letters, books or the Bible.  Much of his thirty years was spent in such strict isolation that the guards were not permitted to speak to him.  He was not even allowed eye contact with another human being!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cardinal Fung &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cardinalkungfoundation.org/biography/index.htm"&gt;Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; has more on his life and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out also a 1993 &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cardinalkungfoundation.org/cardinal/InterviewSoul.htm"&gt;Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Kung on the Persecution of the Church in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catholic News Service has a one page brief &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicnews.com/data/stories/cns/0701907.htm"&gt;history&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of the Catholic Church in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Kung was released in 1985, he remained under house arrest until 1988.  In 1979 he was secretly ordained Cardinal by Pope John Paul II.  By the time his election as cardinal was published, he had already turned 80 and had lost the right to participate in the papal conclave - the meeting of cardinals who gather to elect the pope whenever there's a vacancy.  He died on March 12, 2000 and is buried at the Santa Clara Mission Cemetery, California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this Year of Priests, we might want to think about all those whose religious freedoms are curtailed everywhere in the world, irrespective of our religious beliefs.  We could also spend a little bit more time praying for those exemplary priests like Ignatius Kung who suffered greatly to remain faithful to the Catholic Church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-1615279963940363930?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/fFRQRtxZWhc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1615279963940363930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=1615279963940363930" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/1615279963940363930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/1615279963940363930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/fFRQRtxZWhc/year-of-priests-3-pastors-with-guts.html" title="Year for Priests (3): Pastors With Guts" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Srt-uRw6ALI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wvCUR6cc4Ew/s72-c/Cardinal+Praying1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-of-priests-3-pastors-with-guts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNSH8zeip7ImA9WxNSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-5736566365244416373</id><published>2009-08-24T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:39:59.182+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T21:39:59.182+08:00</app:edited><title>SOS Appeal for Sarawak Children</title><content type="html">Haris Ibrahim who blogs at The People's Parliament has highlighted the &lt;a href="http://harismibrahim.wordpress.com/2009/08/24/how-many-anak-bangsa-malaysia-must-die-before-you-are-moved/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;urgent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;appeal in The &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/8/24/nation/4577979&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Star Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today of Sarawakian children facing acute food shortage in the interior of Kapit division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his latest update at 5.05pm, he mentions he has just come off the phone with Rev. Fr. Sylvester Ding of the Miri Catholic Church who's also coordinating the aid relief.  Fr. Ding has asked all donations to be sent c/o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Account holder : St Francis Centre Belaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bank : Maybank, Bintulu branch, Sarawak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Account No. : 011065307834&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Please forward this appeal.  In Jesus' own words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mt. 25:40)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-5736566365244416373?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/ElWpFEYV7BY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5736566365244416373/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=5736566365244416373" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/5736566365244416373?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/5736566365244416373?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/ElWpFEYV7BY/sos-appeal-for-sarawak-children.html" title="SOS Appeal for Sarawak Children" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/08/sos-appeal-for-sarawak-children.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NSXwzeSp7ImA9WxJaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-5679756134275006622</id><published>2009-08-04T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:28:18.281+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T15:28:18.281+08:00</app:edited><title>Year for Priests (2)</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(With material taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.newadvent.org/cathen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;New Advent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; websites)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 4 August is the feast of St. John Mary Vianney, patron saint of parish priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His background story is an incredible one, arguably one made for Hollywood!  He was a young man who had more than his share of problems. For while he was acknowledged as an average student and had been found to have a genuine vocation toward priesthood,  nevertheless he found learning exceptionally difficult, things maybe some of us and our young people in school can identify with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Frenchman, and with France at war with Spain at the time, Vianney was conscripted to the front lines only to find that his fellow soldier friends had left him behind while he had gone to pray in the chapel!  He was now a "deserter" from the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, with the help of the mayor and family, he survived by teaching at a remote village under an assumed name. His younger brother then substituted for him in the army, leaving Vianney free to continue his studies and enter seminary.  But true to form, his woes did not end there.  He found it increasingly difficult to follow the studies, he flunked his seminary entrance exams, had to re-sit and finally succeeded some time later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more ups and downs than a roller coaster, he finally became parish priest at Ars, a remote hamlet.  It was here that he began to get known as the "cure d'ars" throughout France and then the Christian world.  His "fame" spread. He founded an orphanage for destitute girls which became the model for other similar institutions in France and began teaching Catechism.  His classes soon became very popular with the population although later he had to close them down due to severe opposition from some of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His most important contribution though, was the "direction of souls" - people began coming to him from all over France and abroad.  During the last 10 years of his life he was spending 16-18 hours a day in the confessional.  He was sought out for advice by people from all walks of life - bishops, priests, young men and women, sinners, sick persons, and etc.  It is said that his direction was characterized by common sense, remarkable insight and supernatural knowledge.  His instructions were known to be simple in language, full of imagery drawn from daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biographers have attributed 3 miracles to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;obtaining funds for his charities and food for his orphans;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;supernatural knowledge of the past and future; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;healing the sick, especially children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But perhaps, the greatest miracle of all was his life.  He practised mortification, and had insufficient food and sleep for 40 years even to sustain himself.  And yet, he laboured without ceasing, with humility, gentleness, patience and cheerfulness until he was 73 and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 3 October 1874, Pope Pius IX proclaimed him Venerable and on 8 June 1905 he was enrolled "Blessed".  Later, Pope Pius X proposed him as model for the secular clergy.  In 1925, Pope Pius XI canonised him. His feast day is today, 4th August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding and looking at the tremendous challenges that parish priests face today, maybe now I can understand the significance of John Mary Vianney as patron.  It's interesting also to note that Pope Benedict XVI has declared Vianney himself as the model for the "Year for Priests".  The pope has also called for the relevance of the Sacrament of Reconciliation, which in recent times has fallen out of favour with many of us.  Yet, it is the one thing more than anything else that brought the people of Ars back to God -  Confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have probably expressed concern at one time or another about the state of the world today, where there seems to be no place for God in our lives.   But, just as it was relevant in Ars a hundred and fifty years ago, in the same context the Holy Father is urging us to use this next 12 months as a God-given opportunity to reconcile with ourselves and one another, the environment we live in and ultimately, Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though now we know otherwise, we live in a world that at times glorifies academic excellence at the expense of other types of intelligences.  Here, John Vianney goes against the grain.  Like him, our parish priests may not be the high flying superstars that we expect them to be.  But just like him, they may be the very ones to save our souls by giving simple but effective direction, advice, counseling, and healing.  Maybe, in a sense, that's all that we really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be good too if not everyday, then on and off, during the next one year, we take time out and pray for our priests either in our own words or like the following prayer which was submitted by my granduncle, himself a Capuchin monk in India:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A  PRAYER FOR PRIESTS   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep them, I pray thee, dearest Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep them, for they are Thine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thy priests whose lives burn out before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thy consecrated shrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep them thou knowest, dearest Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world, the flesh are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, Satan spreads a thousand snares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To lead them into wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep them for they are in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Though from the world apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When earthly pleasures tempt, allure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shelter them in Thy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep them and comfort them in hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of loneliness and pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When all their life of sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For souls seems but in vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep them and O remember Lord,&lt;br /&gt;They have no one but thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet they have only human hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With human frailty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep them as spotless as the host, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daily they caress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their every thought and word and deed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deign, dearest Lord to bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imprimatur:&lt;br /&gt;Henry Joseph O'Leary, D.D..&lt;br /&gt;Archbishop of Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--k01=x98989.htm--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-5679756134275006622?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/PVYB5KtVCmI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5679756134275006622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=5679756134275006622" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/5679756134275006622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/5679756134275006622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/PVYB5KtVCmI/year-for-priests-2.html" title="Year for Priests (2)" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/08/year-for-priests-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIMR308eip7ImA9WxJaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-4208371738501844051</id><published>2009-08-01T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:43:06.372+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-01T15:43:06.372+08:00</app:edited><title>St. Anne's Feast (Final)</title><content type="html">&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;What is it then that makes people return year after year from far and near?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;“Build it and they will come” – so goes a line from the movie Field of Dreams. 10 years ago, it would have been accurate to say that the feast resembled more of a carnival than a religious celebration. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People came for all sorts of “questionable” reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In recent times though, that picture has changed a little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That may &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;partly be due to the building of the new church in 2002. With the advent of the new building, there is now a proper place for pilgrims to worship. The “carnival” atmosphere now is largely reduced to outside the premises of the church. Even then, there is less blaring of loud popular music, less noise, less commotion.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;To answer the question though, for some, it could be a chance to recharge the spiritual batteries. It may be a time to chill out by soaking in - the Word of God and listening to the sermons and come away a little soothed and invigorated spiritually. Traditionally there has always been a good response for Confessions through the Sacrament of Reconciliation, although I don't know how many actually took up the opportunity this time out. Many more come in the days before the main feast days and spend quiet time alone - praying and meditating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Outside the church compound though, it's a different scene. For BM generally, it's a mini economic boom. Hotels are sold out months in advance. Restaurants witness a huge increase in diners during the week. Illegal parking spaces sprout up along the access roads, residential areas not being spared either, charging a hefty parking fee. Rubbish becomes gold. The town council obligingly cleans up the vast sea of rubbish - at a price. Traders and peddlers hawk their merchandise everywhere, their music blaring from loudspeakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Mingling among them are the many the many physically handicapped persons who line the street begging for alms. A couple of years ago, there were the Rohingya refugees from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Burma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;. I also remember seeing some women from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;. I heard from one local seller this year how the town council only allowed the hawkers to open their stalls for the last 3 days of the feast compared to the usual 7. She alleged that the FRU (Federal Reserve Unit) police also gave them a tough time. There have been allegations too that these police forces raided some of these stalls for contravening the terms and subsequently disposing off their ware back to them at a profit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Still others make their annual trek for the candle-light procession on Saturday evening - the eve of the main day, the obligatory hike up St. Anne's hill and the petitioning of prayers to St. Anne. Many grateful pilgrims who have had their prayers answered return in turn to hand out free food to other pilgrims as an alms giving and thanksgiving. Interestingly, most are non Catholics and people of other faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Finally, there are the organizations that set up stalls seeking to promote their work and raise funds. Over the last few years, the Daughters of St. Paul's has become my favourite place to get my annual "quota" of reading materials at low prices. During the past 12 months especially, these have unintentionally become of great help to others who have found some solace in them. They happen to make great gifts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;I can't help thinking it must have been like this too whenever Mary, Joseph and Jesus went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt; on their annual pilgrimages so many years ago. Just like now, there must have been plenty of noise and hassle that permeated the holiness of the occasion. Just like now, they would have journeyed with others who made theirs for all sorts of reasons - searching for answers, looking for healing, praying and being in need of prayers, fulfilling vows made previously, etc. etc. And just like now, the holy family too would have been caught up with the many distractions that came their way. They must have some great moments too - families and relatives traveling together, enjoying the company - just like the so many who throng St.Anne's today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;On one of these journeys though, the boy Jesus chose to stay back in the temple, to the great distress of his unknowing parents, to "discuss" and "debate" with the religious scholars and elders. Mary and Joseph, already halfway back on the journey home and worried sick, chose to leave everything behind and tracked back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt; in search of their son, who nonchalantly asked them, "Why were you searching for me? Didn't you know that I must be in my Father's house?"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Luke 2:41-42)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theworkofgod.org/Devotns/Euchrist/HolyMass/gospels.asp?key=41"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wordofgod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;website has this to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mother Mary, and Joseph my foster father, experienced my absence during three days, something symbolic about the three days that would happen after my death, and also the separation from God that every human being experiences. My coming into the world was to build the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;i&gt;temple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;i&gt;  of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;....Everyone who listens to me receives a call to holiness. I am the perfection that God expects, that's why I invite the soul to recollection, prayer, meditation, so that by these means he may enter the interior temple where God listens and speaks...It is through these visitations to the altar of the interior temple that the soul receives my blessings and my light; it is there that the Holy Spirit grants his gifts. It is there that I am always doing the work of my Father, who has sent me to raise this humanity from dust and darkness to light, from sin to grace, from ailments and fragilities of human life to the glory and joy prepared for eternal life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;For me, these are the words which linger long after St. Anne’s over: That God is constantly inviting us to experience Him in our own journey of life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;St. Anne’s feast then, becomes one such occasion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There have been, are and will be many more such opportunities in our lifetimes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are we ready and willing to take God up on the offer?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;If we look at the world today, there are so many areas of concern that need attention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times, the troubles that plague us seem so insurmountable. One of the greatest worries of parents today is the future of our children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Many of us are or will be parents one day, others may be &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;grandparents already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether single or married, we may have nephews and nieces in our extended families.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We may be in charge of children in our kindergartens, schools, playing fields, clubs, youth groups, catechism classes, hospitals, etc. etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a world which is seemingly becoming more and more difficult and dangerous for kids, we have a responsibility to protect, educate, correct and guide them so they can become the persons they are born to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;In this context, the examples of Mary and Joseph, who left everything and tracked back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt; in search of Jesus and the attention of Joachim and Anne to Mary – how they nurtured her for her eventual role in salvation history may help us in our own life situations.  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May the intercessions of Sts. Anne and Joachim continue to be a powerful testament for all of us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-4208371738501844051?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/Bx3HlaJggdk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4208371738501844051/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=4208371738501844051" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4208371738501844051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4208371738501844051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/Bx3HlaJggdk/st-annes-feast-final.html" title="St. Anne's Feast (Final)" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/08/st-annes-feast-final.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFSX47fCp7ImA9WxJbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-2408143244059035976</id><published>2009-07-19T09:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:56:58.004+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-20T11:56:58.004+08:00</app:edited><title>St. Anne's Feast (2): Reminiscences</title><content type="html">My annual "dates" with St. Anne go back some 30 over years when I was a much younger fellow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember exactly how or when it actually started but it seems now that I was always "eager" to make the annual nine day novena from where I lived at Prai to  Bukit Mertajam (BM) about 16 km away due south.   I remember that I'd put all my "appointments" on hold from 5-8 p.m. during that time.  Which was not something that came easily - I was football mad those days, and nothing could stop me from the daily kickabouts with my friends.   Except for that particular week in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I usually went with my parents - those were the days before I "graduated" to hanging out with friends.  We didn't have a car then and so had to rely on the good old Central Province Wellesley Transport Company's yellow and red bus No. 60 for our rides to BM.   Somehow,  I didn't really mind the inconvenience or the ordinary condition of the buses (they didn't have air-conditioned buses then).   In fact, I think that made the journey so much more interesting.  Looking back now, it's funny to see how so many things have changed, and not necessarily for the better either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey itself though was always interesting.   As the bus made its complimentary stops and starts,  it gave me time to watch the landscape change from an urban setting to a more austure kampung scene.   Like many of those things from the 70's, even those old buses don't exist anymore.    Many of the traditional houses that lined Jalan Baru (the main road to BM) have long gone too, replaced with spanking new, modern housing estates, all of which look like each other!  Gone are the individual quirks and traits that those village homes possessed.  Gone too are the vast green paddy fields that provided a soothing sight for the eyes.  In its place now stand rows of low-rise apartments housing mainly UITM students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old bus-stop in BM is now a vacant plot.  Where the Summit Hotel and Store supermarket now stand, was a huge football field.  That too is gone.  We had to walk from there to the then "new" St. Anne's church - now St. Joachim Centre, past the shops and the old BM Supermarket, the first major one in the area, near the main market.  Next came the district hospital and the IJ Convent school.  As we neared the church, I remember walking on the old road-bridge over the railway tracks next to the Convent.  That was some scene.  That bridge is also gone, replaced by a more wider one, but without a pedestrian walkway.  Not that you can see many people walking along there nowadays! The price of progress I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the church, if you were lucky you could find a place inside or else had to prop up on long benches outside under the shady trees or along the 5 foot way of the church.  The singing by the choir was always something I looked forward too.   I can still recall the sounds of the lone guitarist strumming his acoustic guitar.   The highpoint for me though were the homilies.   As was and still is custom, there were always visiting priests from other parts of the diocese and country who broke the Word of God to those present. I remember being impressed very much and touched  by the sermons.  Which in later years, became the main reason to keep this annual "date" with St. Anne.  It's not so much as the "Feast" in itself, or the candle light procession, or the crowds, or the good time with friends.   It was more like going for my own "semi-directed" retreat.   A time-out for a little bit of reflection and a time to recharge my batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back over the years, over all that's happened, I sense also how much time has passed me by.  When once I used to come with my father and mother,  then friends,  and then much later alone, I now am now going back as a husband and father, with my own family, with an 8 year old kid in tow.  That kid now seems to be happy tagging along with me, (at least for now!),  as did I with my own father some four decades ago.   Yesterday at the 3rd day of the novena masses, for the first time I saw and heard him singing away loudly, trying to follow the words on the large screen.  It made me think.  I've come full circle it seems.   Somehow, I would never have imagined it all those years ago.   Such is Life  -  strange, mysterious even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-2408143244059035976?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/VdkdvWrdYfk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2408143244059035976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=2408143244059035976" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2408143244059035976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2408143244059035976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/VdkdvWrdYfk/st-annes-feast-2-reminiscences.html" title="St. Anne's Feast (2): Reminiscences" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-annes-feast-2-reminiscences.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ERH45eCp7ImA9WxJUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-2629653923617036300</id><published>2009-07-19T05:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:40:05.020+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T06:40:05.020+08:00</app:edited><title>St. Anne's Feast</title><content type="html">Last Friday, the 19th of July marked the beginning of the 9 day Novena in Bukit Mertajam where I live, in honour of St.Anne, the maternal  grandmother of Jesus. The theme permeating this year's celebration is: "Deepening our Discipleship through Spirituality of Communion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also marked the Diocesan level launching of the "Year of the Priest",  the main celebrant being Bishop Anthony Selvanayagam together with a host of priests from the diocese.  In his homily, Bishop Anthony touched on the reasons for the jubilee year for priests as espoused by Pope Benedict the VIV.  The pope explains his reasons &lt;a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/new.php?n=16366"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast of St. Anne has always had a special significance for people - not only Catholics but also a large number of non-Christians from the region. The official website of St. Anne's Church sheds more light on its&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://stannebm.org/history.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tens of thousands make this annual pilgrimage from neighbouring countries as well as all over the country.  Check the full &lt;a href="http://stannebm.org/images/StanneProg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the novena and feast.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.mycen.com.my/directions/st_anne_sanctuary_bukit_mertajam.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MyCen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a map and location of St. Anne's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read also the &lt;a href="http://stannebm.org/images/StanneProg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  of the times for the Sacrament of Reconciliation, mass offerings and other information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I observed, the Church was packed to capacity during the first two days (Friday and Saturday).  The number of pilgrims usually level off in the next few days before peaking on the night of the eve of the feast on the 25th and climaxing on Sunday the 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope and prayer?  That in a difficult time in Malaysia, where many have been hit by personal tragedies, health issues, economic uncertainty, family and marital problems, increasing religious insensitivity and intolerance,  this year's theme which calls for a deepening of our discipleship through a spirituality of communion, will help all of us appreciate all the blessings we have been bestowed, and strive to grow that little bit more in faith, stature and wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-2629653923617036300?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/0ojoFHXl9S8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2629653923617036300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=2629653923617036300" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2629653923617036300?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2629653923617036300?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/0ojoFHXl9S8/st-annes-feast.html" title="St. Anne's Feast" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/07/st-annes-feast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDRH8zeCp7ImA9WxJWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-3217590040001084131</id><published>2009-06-25T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:19:35.180+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T18:19:35.180+08:00</app:edited><title>Year of the Priests: 19 June 2009 -  June 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/SkNCyraJxMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aUfdIm6Yq_Y/s1600-h/ppchaplain230609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/SkNCyraJxMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aUfdIm6Yq_Y/s200/ppchaplain230609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351194220659590338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this June, Pope Benedict XVI declared the next 12 months as the "Year of the Priests".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now - as an almost middle aged Catholic, I see how I have been blessed by the presence of so many priests - both those who have been there fleetingly and those whom I have had the opportunity to work with for some 15 years when I was a much younger adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time when I was about 11, came our French MEP priest to our house and asked my father to send me to join the altar servers group in the parish.  That simple act started my own journey as an active Catholic, first as an altar boy, then later as youth group member and so on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have had the privilege to be a part of their lives, see them struggle with their vocation and calling, enjoy their successes and witness their pain to a certain extent, their dedication to their ministry and - learn from them.  I owe much to these exceptional men.  For these reasons and more, I thought I'd run a series of posts dedicated to them over the next 12 months, both from a personal experience and others gathered from the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as to begin this rather hopeful task, I start with the end - of one priest's life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/new.php?n=16361"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Brave Catholic Army chaplain dies from injuries suffered in Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware of Fr. Tim Vakoc, parish priest turned army chaplain, or the injuries he suffered in a roadside bomb attack while returning from Mass in Mosul, Iraq in 2004 until I read about his death on Sunday, 21st June 2009 at age 49.   He was just a year older than me.  Sometimes, it seems that only during deaths and in obituaries, we come to learn of such ordinary lives lived rather extraordinarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May his story inspire us and others, whether we may be priests or ordinary laypersons - to go the distance, in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles.  May the words of Fr. Tim echo in our ears and hearts: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; “The safest place for me to be is in the center of God’s will, and if that is in the line of fire, that is where I will be.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be good too, if we take time today to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember all priests who have died, especially those who have walked with us and through our lives and made it that little bit better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.catholicdoors.com/prayers/credit/priest.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Catholic Doors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for more letters of appreciations of Catholic priests in action.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read why Pope Benedict XVI created the &lt;a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/new.php?n=16366"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Year for Priests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-3217590040001084131?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/-cyOEH8s_XY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3217590040001084131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=3217590040001084131" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/3217590040001084131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/3217590040001084131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/-cyOEH8s_XY/year-of-priests-19-june-2009-june-2010.html" title="Year of the Priests: 19 June 2009 -  June 2010" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/SkNCyraJxMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aUfdIm6Yq_Y/s72-c/ppchaplain230609.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/06/year-of-priests-19-june-2009-june-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGQn45eCp7ImA9WxJWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-4637966958953676133</id><published>2009-06-22T18:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:47:03.020+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-22T19:47:03.020+08:00</app:edited><title>A Different Kind of Litany</title><content type="html">From The Word Among Us, available at: &lt;a href="http://www.wau.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;www.wau.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline Vromans-McCoy writes in the June edition of TWAU, about &lt;a href="http://wau.org/archives/article/a_different_kind_of_litany/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A Different Kind of Litany"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, - one which struck a chord deep inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly, Jacqueline tells about being "recruited" to a one hour adoration of the Blessed Sacrament in her parish. As she makes her first visit she finds herself being distracted, lost and unable to concentrate.  But as she perseveres, she senses a shift.  The real miracle happens when she begins to praise God for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; things - both the blessings and the darkest moments in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say it seems diabolical.  But it does also makes a lot of sense.  I'm not sure about others, but I too have been caught up by the "feel good" syndrome type of prayer - one that praises God for all good things, but not the bad or the ugly.  Even though I'm not one to give up easily or lose hope quickly, and almost always one "looking on the bright side of things", and "the silver lining in the cloud", I can't ever remember praising God for all the mistakes I've made, the many times I've fallen down and remained stuck in the mud, and the so many "failures" I've encountered - both self made and otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jacqueline, what began as a reluctant visit slowly evolves into a profound experience of meeting God in a very personal way. And as she surrenders all her joys and sorrows to Him, she finds her life being blessed by"grace upon grace". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 7 years since she started.  In her own words, she invites us to try the same: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is the Lord inviting you to meet him in a weekly hour of adoration? Or is there something else that he’s asking you to consider? Just try it! You’ll discover that God will reward your little efforts with a peace, joy, and fruitfulness that far exceed your expectations".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, you too can start &lt;a href="http://wau.org/archives/article/a_different_kind_of_litany/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-4637966958953676133?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/UCATVByO3qY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4637966958953676133/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=4637966958953676133" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4637966958953676133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4637966958953676133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/UCATVByO3qY/different-kind-of-litany.html" title="A Different Kind of Litany" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/06/different-kind-of-litany.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBSH86fip7ImA9WxJXEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-3810543157487681388</id><published>2009-06-04T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:54:19.116+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T21:54:19.116+08:00</app:edited><title>Married On A Crucifix</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine a world without divorce, Imagine families without divorce, Imagine families without separation, Imagine no children or hearts torn apart.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A little too incredible to believe?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Well, not if you are in the town of Siroki-Brijeg in Herzegovina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Mullan, writes in the &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Catholic Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how those who marry in this town of 13,ooo inhabitants are literally &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.net/index.php?option=dedestaca&amp;amp;id=2888&amp;amp;canal=Life%20%26%20Family&amp;amp;grupo=Marriage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Married on A Crucifix"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-3810543157487681388?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/ntlnNdM57PQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3810543157487681388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=3810543157487681388" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/3810543157487681388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/3810543157487681388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/ntlnNdM57PQ/married-on-crucifix.html" title="Married On A Crucifix" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/06/married-on-crucifix.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDRXwyeyp7ImA9WxJRGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-4324813940008753062</id><published>2009-05-21T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:51:14.293+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-21T18:51:14.293+08:00</app:edited><title>Pope2You now on Facebook!</title><content type="html">The Pope comes to Facebook today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news from &lt;a href="http://www.zenit.org/rssenglish-25958"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;www.zenit.org: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VATICAN CITY, MAY 20, 2009 (&lt;a href="http://www.zenit.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Zenit.org&lt;/a&gt;).- The Vatican is set to unveil its newest Web page this week. Called &lt;a href="http://www.pope2you.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Pope2You.net,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the site aims to bring the words and messages of Benedict XVI to the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons for the site? According to Archbishop Claudio Maria Celli, president of the Vatican Council for Social Communications, it's chief aims are to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the youth to read the Pope's message addressed to them on the responsible use of new technologies, like Facebook, etc, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow young people to do many of the things they can do on other sites, but with a twist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enable young people to send virtual cards to friends, cards with an attractive image of the Pope and a quote taken from one of his addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To take advantage of this means of communication so that the message of the Gospel is known by the youth of today's world. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Viva! to the new media!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-4324813940008753062?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/KWFhT-8lHoc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4324813940008753062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=4324813940008753062" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4324813940008753062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/4324813940008753062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/KWFhT-8lHoc/pope2you-now-on-facebook.html" title="Pope2You now on Facebook!" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/05/pope2you-now-on-facebook.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HQXc6fyp7ImA9WxJSF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-1441479374287666640</id><published>2009-05-08T07:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:08:50.917+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-09T00:08:50.917+08:00</app:edited><title>Media Culture &amp; Compromise Undermining Christian Life</title><content type="html">Quite a few blogs have picked up this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 May. CNA (Catholic News Agency) quotes Archbishop of Denver, Charles J. Chaput as saying that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Catholics are losing the habits on which they have traditionally relied because of “vanity and compromise”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The archbishop had mentioned this in a speech at the American Bible Society in New York the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few points that caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“The American news and entertainment media, which now so often overlap, are the largest catechetical syndicate in history,”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;..."the media has helped create a culture based on “immediacy, brevity, visual stimulation, celebrity and self-absorption,” he warned this has great implications for the Christian’s place in American society.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“The more sensory, immediate and emotional our culture becomes, the farther it gets from the habits of serious thought that sustain its ideals.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a remedy, he advised Catholics to give up computers, televisions, cell phones, and iPods for “just one night” a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“One night a week spent reading, talking with each other, listening to each other and praying over Scripture. We can &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; do that much. And if we do, we’ll discover that eventually we’re sober again and not drunk on technology and our own overheated appetites.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Full text at &lt;a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/new.php?n=15876"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may have been an American archbishop talking primarily about an American problem in an American city to an American crowd but, thanks to rapid globalization, this is a real concern in many places, including back home here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about vanity and compromise, the 1997 thriller/horror movie &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpkTjtmuNA4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"The Devil's Advocate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starring Keanu Reeves and Al Pacino throws up an intriguing plot in which the Devil's character, John Milton, played by Pacino mentions:  "Vanity...&lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; my favorite sin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia defines &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanity"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Vanity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as: "The excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others. In many religions vanity is considered a form of self idolatry,  in which one rejects God for the sake of one's own image, and thereby becomes divorced from the graces of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, in his seminal book "Jesus Today - A Spirituality of Radical Freedom", Dominican priest Fr. Albert Nolan  analyzes  contemporary culture and the challenges that face us in the new millennium.  His unerring "reading" of the signs of our times today, leading to an in-depth exploration of Jesus' spirituality which calls for a personal transformation and culminating in being able to live radically free with God, ourselves, others and the Universe is a fitting explanation of all that's gone wrong with us and how things can be put right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first few pages, it had me hooked....all the jigsaw puzzles seem to fall into place, the questions that have been bothering me answered.  You would have to read it to appreciate its sheer beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Nolan's book is available at most Catholic bookstores and online, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1570756724?tag=justright-20&amp;amp;camp=14573&amp;amp;creative=327641&amp;amp;linkCode=as1&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1570756724&amp;amp;adid=1RVQCFCA1SFGHMWWJZZ0&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer to home, I overheard this remark a few years ago:  "At one time our Catholic homes had altars up on the walls, now they've come down to the display cabinet - in the shape of the TV and its sidekick - the satellite dish!" Couldn't be more true - just take a look around!  Maybe it's time we gave Archbishop Chaput's urge to give up TV one day a week a real go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I read this somewhere on the Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger knocks upon a parent's house and asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could I spend some time alone with your child?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way", comes the immediate reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" asks the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I don't know you and wouldn't yet trust your intentions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do that because we know what is right for the child.  Yet curiously, we let another kind of stranger - the TV - with its unknown intentions, on a hundred channels, with all kinds of conflicting messages, to come into our homes everyday, every week, every year, year after year, and let it influence our childrens' lives without so much as batting an eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Archbishop Chaput's message gets broadcast everywhere.  It's a timely reminder for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-1441479374287666640?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/fOvA_LovwQs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1441479374287666640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=1441479374287666640" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/1441479374287666640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/1441479374287666640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/fOvA_LovwQs/media-culture-compromise-undermining.html" title="Media Culture &amp; Compromise Undermining Christian Life" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/05/media-culture-compromise-undermining.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAARX4_cSp7ImA9WxJSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-7000430764067649297</id><published>2009-05-01T08:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:29:04.049+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-01T08:29:04.049+08:00</app:edited><title>Breaking News: The Conversion of Ali Agca</title><content type="html">According to  Fr. John Zuhlsdorf, moderator of the What Does The Prayer Really Say (WDTPRS) blog forum, Mehmet Ali Agca, the same one who attempted to assassinate Pope John Paul II in 1981, has converted to Catholicism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full story &lt;a href="http://wdtprs.com/blog/2009/04/ali-acga-in-come-free/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-7000430764067649297?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/Ki8MQOZpZ64" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7000430764067649297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=7000430764067649297" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/7000430764067649297?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/7000430764067649297?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/Ki8MQOZpZ64/breaking-news-conversion-of-ali-agca.html" title="Breaking News: The Conversion of Ali Agca" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/05/breaking-news-conversion-of-ali-agca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMQHk-cSp7ImA9WxJSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-5256549563457392108</id><published>2009-04-30T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:58:01.759+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T22:58:01.759+08:00</app:edited><title>How To Lead A Focussed Life</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sfm8b4WBmMI/AAAAAAAAALA/QRy_fX-5a74/s1600-h/41id7LPTGZL._SL110_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sfm8b4WBmMI/AAAAAAAAALA/QRy_fX-5a74/s200/41id7LPTGZL._SL110_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330498821136947394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life, really?!  Maybe even so for many of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have complained that there simply isn't enough time in the 24 hours we have each day to fulfill all our obligations?  I know I certainly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we all know that if we're not careful with our priorities and time management, the probability of getting stressed out from all these "important" activities is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking myself as an example, these past few weeks has seen me up to my eyeballs literally with one commitment or another - every one of which seems ridiculously "important"!  Which is one reason that I've not updated this blog for some time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, as dumb as it may sound, how does one figure out how much enough or isn't? Where does one draw the line? It seems only a thin line divides these two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as seems to be the norm in my life, I stumble upon something that makes sense. I got this email from the Daily Good website. It talked about this book review by David Myers, on the book "Rapt" by Winifred Gallagher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to David, the author has some answers on how to live a "focussed life" today, with all its complications. This statement caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"She cites Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, at Claremont Graduate University, who argues that between the anxiety of being overwhelmed (and stressed) and the apathy of being underwhelmed (and bored) lies a zone of engagement in which people experience "flow." He arrived at the flow concept after studying artists who spent hour after hour painting or sculpting, working as if nothing else mattered".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just these couple of lines tell me how much the book is worth.  But hey, don't take my word for it!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Read the complete review &lt;a href="http://www.dailygood.org/more.php?n=3680"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the book, go &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0027QQACW?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=justright-20&amp;amp;link_code=as3&amp;amp;camp=211189&amp;amp;creative=373489&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0027QQACW"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-5256549563457392108?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/OklO3RaY2UM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5256549563457392108/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=5256549563457392108" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/5256549563457392108?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/5256549563457392108?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/OklO3RaY2UM/how-to-lead-focussed-life.html" title="How To Lead A Focussed Life" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sfm8b4WBmMI/AAAAAAAAALA/QRy_fX-5a74/s72-c/41id7LPTGZL._SL110_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-lead-focussed-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEADQHo8fCp7ImA9WxJTEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-2817753520400525854</id><published>2009-04-18T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:26:11.474+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T17:26:11.474+08:00</app:edited><title>Stay with me, Lord</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A friend sent me this prayer via email. I'd like to share it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Prayer of St. Pio of Pietrelcina after Holy Communion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Stay with me, Lord" src="http://www.padrepiodevotions.org/images/padrepio02.jpg" align="left" border="1" hspace="10" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, for it is necessary to have You present so that I do not forget You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know how easily I abandon You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, because I am weak and I need Your strength, that I may not fall so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, for You are my life, and without You, I am without fervor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, for You are my light, and without You, I am in darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, to show me Your will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, so that I hear Your voice and follow You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, for I desire to love You very much, and always be in Your company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, if You wish me to be faithful to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, for as poor as my soul is, I want it to be a place of consolation for You, a nest of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Jesus, for it is getting late and the day is coming to a close, and life passes; death, judgment, eternity approaches. It is necessary to renew my strength, so that I will not stop along the way and for that, I need You. It is getting late and death approaches, I fear the darkness, the temptations, the dryness, the cross, the sorrows. O how I need You, my Jesus, in this night of exile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me tonight, Jesus, in life with all it’s dangers. I need You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me recognize You as Your disciples did at the breaking of the bread, so that the Eucharistic Communion be the Light which disperses the darkness, the force which sustains me, the unique joy of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, because at the hour of my death, I want to remain united to You, if not by communion, at least by grace and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Jesus, I do not ask for divine consolation, because I do not merit it, but the gift of Your Presence, oh yes, I ask this of You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me, Lord, for it is You alone I look for, Your Love, Your Grace, Your Will, Your Heart, Your Spirit because I love You and ask no other reward but to love You more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a firm love, I will love You with all my heart while on earth and continue to love You perfectly during all eternity. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-2817753520400525854?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/P-0M0cmZrm4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2817753520400525854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=2817753520400525854" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2817753520400525854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2817753520400525854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/P-0M0cmZrm4/stay-with-me-lord.html" title="Stay with me, Lord" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-with-me-lord.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCSHk4eyp7ImA9WxVaGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-2795036164857633598</id><published>2009-04-16T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:09:29.733+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T14:09:29.733+08:00</app:edited><title>Death on a Friday Afternoon</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is an excerpt from the book &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://astore.amazon.com/justright-20/detail/0465049338"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Death on a Friday Afternoon: Meditations on the Last Words of Jesus from the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Richard John Neuhaus, who passed away on January 8, 2009.  He was the founding father of the online journal, First Things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Start &lt;a href="http://www.firstthings.com/onthesquare/?p=1364"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstthings.com/?p=1283"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-2795036164857633598?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/rbYksbmwAlU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2795036164857633598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=2795036164857633598" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2795036164857633598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2795036164857633598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/rbYksbmwAlU/death-on-friday-afternoon.html" title="Death on a Friday Afternoon" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-on-friday-afternoon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGSHk_eip7ImA9WxVaFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-2796752335932861134</id><published>2009-04-13T07:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:48:49.742+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-13T07:48:49.742+08:00</app:edited><title>Easter: Hope for the World</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/SeJ86huFJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/b4TGmXp7H0Q/s1600-h/paques-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/SeJ86huFJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/b4TGmXp7H0Q/s200/paques-360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323955054431249442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Easter message from Brother Alois of the Taize community.  Simple yet profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it &lt;a href="http://www.taize.fr/en_article8389.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a glass stained window of the Easter Resurrection by Bro. Alois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about Taize, go &lt;a href="http://www.taize.fr/en_article6525.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-2796752335932861134?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/A5JOX85ZQsQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2796752335932861134/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=2796752335932861134" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2796752335932861134?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2796752335932861134?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/A5JOX85ZQsQ/easter-hope-for-world.html" title="Easter: Hope for the World" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/SeJ86huFJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/b4TGmXp7H0Q/s72-c/paques-360.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-hope-for-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IEQHg-cSp7ImA9WxVaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-2229415654401863564</id><published>2009-04-11T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:45:01.659+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T01:45:01.659+08:00</app:edited><title>Could We Start Again, Please?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sd-FlIVtVqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PGfIurv3k4s/s1600-h/default2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sd-FlIVtVqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PGfIurv3k4s/s200/default2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323120157515404962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time between the darkness of the tomb of Good Friday and the dawn of the resurrection of Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jesus Christ Superstar:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LQioQ75408&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=9C5EA84994D52441&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Could we start again, please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song, in my mind, captures the disciples finally coming to realize as to who Jesus really was, his mission and his purpose.  Which leaves them bewildered, lost and feeling utterly hopeless. And wanting to start all over again with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-2229415654401863564?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/7fiAfZdEaRM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2229415654401863564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=2229415654401863564" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2229415654401863564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/2229415654401863564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/7fiAfZdEaRM/could-we-start-again-please.html" title="Could We Start Again, Please?" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sd-FlIVtVqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PGfIurv3k4s/s72-c/default2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-we-start-again-please.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGRHc4cCp7ImA9WxVaE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-892821079957970517</id><published>2009-04-10T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:38:45.938+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T09:38:45.938+08:00</app:edited><title>Gethsamane</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sd6i2IE0h6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/A1sihIgKC-0/s1600-h/default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sd6i2IE0h6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/A1sihIgKC-0/s200/default.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322870860362844066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jesus Christ Superstar (1973).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDHoTOgeNWE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gethsamane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-892821079957970517?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/gvJJN2KLYB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/892821079957970517/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=892821079957970517" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/892821079957970517?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/892821079957970517?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/gvJJN2KLYB8/gethsamane.html" title="Gethsamane" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I1GQ0iVuB5w/Sd6i2IE0h6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/A1sihIgKC-0/s72-c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/04/gethsamane.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFSHcyfyp7ImA9WxVaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1600918322172072250.post-7763396600437445137</id><published>2009-04-09T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:33:39.997+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T16:33:39.997+08:00</app:edited><title>24 Reasons for Spending a Holy Hour before the Blessed Sacrament</title><content type="html">From the &lt;a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/resource.php?n=479"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Catholic News Agency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a reminder of the importance of the Holy Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are greatly needed!&lt;br /&gt;"The Church and the world have a great need of Eucharistic Adoration." (Pope John Paul II, Dominicae Cenae).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the rest, go &lt;a href="http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/resource.php?n=479"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1600918322172072250-7763396600437445137?l=under-the-figtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~4/HQ8ZFjEX-cg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7763396600437445137/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1600918322172072250&amp;postID=7763396600437445137" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/7763396600437445137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1600918322172072250/posts/default/7763396600437445137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnderTheFigTree/~3/HQ8ZFjEX-cg/24-reasons-for-spending-holy-hour.html" title="24 Reasons for Spending a Holy Hour before the Blessed Sacrament" /><author><name>Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09657406147462223567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://under-the-figtree.blogspot.com/2009/04/24-reasons-for-spending-holy-hour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

