Good Evening.
It has indeed been a rather hectic week. Especially with the collecting and collating of Service Champions and the EXSA Award gifts. But I've manged to survive and am ending my third day on my own in the office, alive. I just received an e-mail from a friend, more like an acquaintance whom I don't keep in contact with anymore, with three questions that we are to reply which would then be posted in a bi weekly newsletter. Yes, you guessed it right, I'm not going to reply him but instead I'll talk about it here on my blog. After all, I don't think anyone knows about this blog seeing as how pathetically, my first comment is by a company possibly located in Brazil. If you're wondering what it means, try translating it from Portuguese to English. And then you'll know what I mean. Hahas. So, yes, the questions. I'll type them out because copying and pasting them just screws up the alignment of my post. Just like how this very far and distant acquaintance used to be able to ruin my plans as easily as he talks.
1. What does it mean to be a Catholic?
2.Who is God to You?
3. How can you better live that faith that shows your Catholic identity?<br>
I have effectively 10 minutes to complete this post. Pack my bag. Clear my bed. And then jump into bed with my imaginary boyfriend. Hahas. Yeah, the last bit was a joke. Laugh, it's mid week. So let's get to it because I do need to get to bed. What does it mean to be a Catholic? I don't know really. I mean, I thought I used to. Ok, so for me, my used to was this. Living as closely as possible to the bible. And no, I don't mean all the strict rules which Moses laid down for the people. I mean, what Jesus said when He came. All that loving your neighbour and the ten commandments as well. I mean, the 10 commandments are pretty much easy to live by. Aside from the no gossiping clause. Hahas. And then yes, it was destroyed. Because the people I saw who were respected in this Church as being holy, or serving God. They couldn't love me, and they definitely couldn't stop gossiping about me. And now, I don't know what it means to be a Catholic anymore. Does it mean donating every Saturday when you see a student standing with a coin box in their hands? Does it mean going for daily mass and receiving the Holy Eucharist? Does it even mean giving 10% of your earnings to the church as stipulated in the Bible? Yes, it's somewhere in the Bible. I know it is. What does it really mean? If I were to just give my thoughts on it now. This is what I think being a Catholic means. Being a Catholic means trusting in Jesus. Trusting that small voice when troubles arise, and putting aside your human nature. Being a Catholic means loving your neighbour, even as clique as it sounds. I mean, how can you be a Catholic if you can't follow the one commandment the one you love gave you? At this point in time, that really is all I can think of. And if I measure myself by these standards. I wouldn't consider myself a Catholic. I trust Jesus, I do. But not with the most important thing in my life. And loving my neighbours? I find it hard to sit beside my colleague without my mp3 blasting into my ear. It's hard to call myself a Catholic. But I am trying. Although I don't foresee the day I'll be able to sit beside her without my mp3. I really don't. Anyway, back to the point. Those are my two ideas of what being a Catholic means. Now on to the next question.
Who is God to me? I love this question. He's my friend. I mean, yeah, if you do know me well enough you'd know I sometimes seem to be talking to myself. And yes, sometimes I am, but sometimes I'm not. Because I'm always sure there's someone listening to me. Even when the world wouldn't listen to me. Yes, he's my King, Father, and every other name that has been given to him by the Saints and Religious over the years. But I guess, in my little world of supposed innocence and forced ignorance, he's my friend. The one friend who'd always lend me his shoulder to cry. His ear to listen. His shirt to dry my tears. I just need to learn to realize that he will always be there. Since I've always been waiting for my friends to leave. I don't really notice the ones who stay. I am indeed growing old. It's only 10pm and I'm beginning to yawn. Last question, and then I'm off to bed.
How better can I live the faith? For one, I could try forgiving people and seeking forgiveness. But not yet, I guess. I'm not yet ready or strong enough to face them or anyone. It hurts to be rejected once. But to be rejected repeatedly. You sure need to have skin as thick as a 6 inch wall and a will power as strong as twenty strong horses. Another point which I touched on in my previous post. I have started talking to Him in the darkness of the night and the silence of the morning. It does help, to reflect and end my day well. That and appreciation of the things in the day. Right, my mind has gone to bed already. I apologize if this post isn't as mind stimulating or as entertaining as you had thought it was going to be but I really need to be getting to bed.
So thank you for dropping by to read my blog. And do leave a comment! You know I would love to hear from you (: I'm off then. Off to bed, snuggled up in my warm cozy nest. Good night, and God bless.
Amanda Loves You (:
