THE HEART OF CHRIST

17TH SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME YEAR C



Ask and you will receive, seek and you will find, knock and the door will be opened to you
 

Do not look down on the man or woman by the road side or at your place of worship who ask you for alms.

Do you not know that we are no better that man or woman we consider as a beggar?

Someone ask you for help, assistance, because you are privileged, you consider yourself better than that man or woman who need your assistance.  You have forgotten that you too had begged to be given the privilege position you are in.  Why then do you feel  that  you are better than the one who asked for your help?  Are you better than that man or woman?

No. you are not better than him or her, think, if someone ask for your help, say within you.  I too I am a beggar, so I must not hesitate to assist for it is within my power to do so.

Do not consider yourself better than anyone you think is underprivileged as a beggar. No one ever achieve anything in life without the assistance of another, and above all favor from God whom we all look up to for our sustenance, hope, dreams and aspirations.

God’s gift to some is manifold so that they too can act like HIM by giving to those whom HE has placed on our way.  Those you meet, those who come to you for help.  If you do not give to the one Who asked you for help knowing it is within your ability, power and capacity, then you are holding on to something that belong to the one whom you refuse to assist, or whom you consider as a beggar.

Be human, have a heart of flesh, a heart full of love, a heart full of compassion, a heart full of sympathy a heart full of understanding, a humble heart, and the heart full of MERCY.  THE HEART OF CHRIST.

Who is a beggar?



A NOTE TO MY BROTHER


Dearest brother,

I see you and I remember your beautiful smile. I remember your words of encouragement and prayers. I remember your understanding of the scripture dearest brother.

I have you staring at me, smiling with me, the beautiful buttons on your cheeks that we call dimples. I remember you as one who always have beautiful word to say.

Dearest brother, as I write this little note to you in your memory, I feel you standing beside me looking at the beautiful words I made for you.

Dearest brother.

                                                                                                                 for  Francis Isioma


 

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