Posted by The WORD in other words (2020) by Fr Ferdie Bajao SVD – Saint Jude Catholic School, Manila
Monday 11th Week in Ordinary Time
My parents are not saints, but I think I was born to a pair of warm-hearted people. My late mother , a pharmacist, would ask me to take the hand of guests for the traditional mano. They were not relatives but hungry and thirsty strangers whom my parents invite for lunch or dinner, or even for a space to rest for the night.
My mother would say : They might be Jesus in disguise. So at times, “Jesus would eat some of our food, stay in our house, and get dressed in my own shirts for free! So freely given. Mama would remind me: I can still buy you new ones. Case closed.
My father, a retired policeman, is no different. He could rival also the good mother Theresa of Calcutta at times. He would take care of inmates — acclaimed criminal who in the eyes of society should deserve less.
Our pillowcases and blankets would bade us goodbye favor of the tired head and bodies of these inmates. My father would also give free medicines from our little pharmacy when necessary, rendering my mother a good hearted but poor businesswoman.
I think the operative conviction here is going the next mile, as mentioned in the Gospel today. It is a vocation actually that enables one to serve beyond what is charted, planned, or what simply is just. It is crazy because the world thinks that one should always be compensated and paid for one does.
However, there are times when life requires love more thank justice. Parents working hard to make ends meet. Teachers guiding their students beyond regular duty. All, simply because they love. Love being the fulfillment of justice.
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