EVERYDAY
MARTYRDOM
“But when you grow old... someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.” – John 21:18
Nanay Remy
was my foster mother when I spent two weeks in the mountains of
Batangas on an immersion camp in college. She was a spirited elderly
woman, with hair grayed by age, legs toughened by walking, hands
calloused by labor, and face wrinkled by smiles. Each day, I accompanied
her as she went around to do chores. Among many tasks, I would carry
the buckets of water, collect the wood for cooking, and occasionally
pound some corn for chicken feed. She was a busy woman, wrapped in the
poverty of life.
I couldn’t forget how she spoke with much dignity and wisdom. “I’m a
native of Pampanga,” she said. “I grew up in a well-off family, and I
had a future ahead of me. But then I met Banoy, who was a farmer here in
Batangas. We fell in love. He uprooted me from that life and brought me
here. Many times, I regretted that decision. I wasn’t ready for this
poor life. I would complain, but I still held on. Now I have no regrets.
My family is here, and so my heart is here.”
That’s martyrdom. It’s dying to yourself every day because you know what is really important. Migs Ramirez (migsramirez.seminars@gmail.com)
Reflection:Are you comfortable jumping into the unknown, with only God’s love to catch you? It’s easier said than done.
Mama Mary, saying yes to God wasn’t easy but you did it. Teach me to say yes and follow Jesus closer even during my trials.
Sts. Marcellinus and Peter, martyrs, pray for us.
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