Soli Deo Gloria

Holy Thursday – I learnt about being humble when I witness the washing of feet by my parish priest, priests and the fellow parishioners. I felt like Peter when my parish priest came and wash my feet. I thought to myself whose feet I want to wash but I was too shy or not humble enough to go forward and ask them “can I wash your feet”.

Also, “humility” has been the theme for me throughout this Lent. I attended a morning Mass at St Francis and the word just stuck in my head for the rest of the Lent period. It even became my logon password – so it served as a constant reminder to be humble.

Good Friday – a sad day for me. A day I felt as if a family member has died. We did not watch TV program, I did not even play on my piano. Instead I read about the passion in the 4 gospels and was wondering how the disciples/Mother Mary had felt during that time. It was a sad day indeed – a baby born in a manger but to die on a cross.

Holy Saturday – went to church in the afternoon to prepare for my baptism. We were really excited. Father mentioned that we should live a Divine Life and this is only possible through the Holy Spirit and also, we would have peace and joy in our new life.

We had some prepartory rites and the part that touched me most was when we had the pray over. Again, the song “be still” was played as we reflected. This song brought me back to the days at the Holy Spirit Retreat. I saw how Jesus was crucified and how I had indirectly caused him hurt by denying him. But two years on, this song just reminded how far I had grown with Him. He is my God and my Lord, ever steadfast and faithful to whomever who calls out to Him. When Father prayed over me, I could feel like it was Jesus who came to me, who told me that everything is in order and He knows what I need and He will provide. *Praise the Lord.* I was so full of joy!

Later in the evening, we had to wear our brown robe, hood and our chains. Wearing the robe makes me feel as if I am bound by the worldly bondages and I cannot see where I was going. Then we saw Father holding the candle and following the candle, it is like we are following the Light – the Light that would give us life.

Fast forward, going into the water – I felt peace. The water is nice and refreshing. As Father was baptizing me in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I felt my old self dying away each time I went into the water and out of it. I felt like a changed person after coming out of the water – I did not feel cold but I felt immense peace.

After we had changed, we were presented with the baptism candle and we had our anointing to seal the Holy Spirit. The oil smelt so beautiful and even some of the oil are trickling down my face; I was reluctant to wipe it away. Then we went round the church to light the candle of our parishioners – it’s a beautiful moment – as Christian, bearing the Light of Christ, it is our responsibility to help those who are walking in darkness and it serves as a reminder for me to be His Light.

The event continued and we had communion – my FIRST COMMUNION! It’s beautiful. My godma was taking care of me throughout the Mass – she is really one beautiful lady. =)
The entire Mass was so beautiful – the choir and the décor team had put in lots of effort for us and so has Father T.

Easter Sunday – we had our church visits – from Sacred Heart, to Christ the King, Church of Holy Spirit and Church of Risen Christ. There is a purpose in this visit – it serves as a reminder for us on the basic Christian belief. We ended the day with Vespers – it is an evening prayer to mark the end of the Triddiumm celebration.

I guess I was still feeling the joy and I sensed the Holy Spirit with me when I felt the fragrance of the oil in my room on Sunday night. *happy!