Orubebeism (adj):
The ability of an adult to behave like a 2 year old, who has been denied a bar of chocolate during the period of Lent.
Tuesday, 31 March 2015
Sunday, 22 March 2015
IMPERFECT BEING
PERFECT.
For some time now, I’ve been thinking about how
imperfections are made perfect by God’s grace and honest hard work.
Then I looked at my hands.
In recent times, my hands, to me, seem to be the most
disgraceful ever, because they are not in proportion to the rest of my body. My
frame looks tiny, but my hands look big.
Out of place.
Odd.
Wide and massive.
Ugh!
And I looked again, and remembered the things I’ve done with
them: The times I had touched people to give comfort and express my quiet
sympathy. The bear hugs I receive and give in union with my arms. The meals I
have cooked for the ones I love, friends and family members alike. The newly
born babies I carried and cared for, and touched with love and in awe of God’s
wonderful works of creation. The times I
poured my frustrations and emotions into bits of paper and a pen when spoken
words are inadequate. Hands that have joined in the effort to pray the Rosary. The
way I gesticulate to make a point. Fetching water. Being the handy (wo)man of
the house.
My hands may look imperfect. But they are imperfectly
perfect.
And they are mine.
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