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Everyday,
I say my short prayer at 5:00 in the morning, the usual time I wake
up. This morning of Good
Friday, 13 April 2001, I felt someone whispering to me
… “Pray the rosary…” Since I knew it was a holiday, I
pretended to be sleepy. I tried to ignore the call but again I heard
“Pray the Rosary” I then said, OK Lord if that is what You want me
to do this time. And so I prayed the Rosary in my bed.
Later
at ten o'clock that morning, we had our Stations of the Cross as
scheduled at the Redemptor
Mundi Church. For me, it was just an ordinary scheduled activity which
we have during this time of the year. Everything was settled with
every member participant present. Before the Station of the Cross, it
was arranged by the St. Monica group that we recite the Rosary first.
Nothing really special, I thought. I was assigned to lead the Rosary.
First mystery, second, third and fourth, and we sung a song “Lift Up
Your Hands to God” I felt very warm while singing the last part of
the refrain. I decided to close my eyes until the song was finished.
Then I had to continue with the fifth mystery … the
Crucifixion.
The
very moment I opened my eyes, I saw the image of the Lord come down
from the crucifix in the middle of the altar. I was trembling, my
flesh quivering, sweat and tears flowing down my eyes. The feeling of
fear and unworthiness enveloped my whole being as I uttered the fifth
mystery. The Crucifixion.
I
was so frightened. I could not adequately explain my feelings nor my
vision because it was the least I expected to see and witness on that
Holy Friday. More than that, I was not prepared for a close encounter
with the Lord.
I
felt I was unworthy to be a witness.
But it was unstoppable. It reminded me of how much He suffered
and I felt the weight of the Cross which I let the Lord carry for me.
Back
at home, as I reflected on my experience, I realized how
blessed I was to witness Him alive, coming down from the Cross.
And He is here, right now with me, resurrected from the dead
and assuring me that when my cross is heavy and unbearable He is there
to help me. My desire (and I believe the Lord will grant it) …
One day at any moment when I see Him again, I will be ready to
greet and embrace Him. Hello, Lord!
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Rita
Gomez is a member of the Genesis Surabaya
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