It was a little after 10 at night. After circling the block a few times, he parked the car and led us in prayer.

Then, we walked a little bit up the road where a few women were sitting around. He approached one woman and asked if we could talk with her. She said yes. We sat down.

He did most of the talking while I observed, half in disbelief of what we were doing. She wasn’t very receptive it seemed of what we had to say and promptly got up and left. He turned to me and asked, “Are we done? Do we continue?”

“I’m just following your lead,” I told him for what felt like the countless time that night.

We got up and walked further up the block – and came across 3 women seated near each other. All were wearing tshirts and jeans. Nothing scanty.

“Hi,” he began, addressing the nearest and youngest of the 3 women. Another woman, a more older one asked: “What are you guys looking for? A hotel?”

No no”, I replied and from that moment on, suddenly found myself in a conversation with her.

It turned out we were from the same village. We were of the same race and spoke the same language. She had been married and divorced twice. She has 3 children, all of whom now have their own families. They did ask her to come live with them but she did not want to be a burden to them. They give her money but it’s barely enough for her to pay rent and utilities. She works at a coffee shop nearby. (And when she was telling me all this, I kept thinking: No way is she a prostitute. She just works at a coffee shop and just happen to be chilling by the shophouses at almost 11 at night. Until she said:) “My children don’t know I’m doing this (read: prostituting)”

This was when it got very real for me. Here was this woman in front of me, who is just a year older than my own mother (!) and she was telling me how difficult her life was…how she ended up where she is presently. Who because she didn’t want to leave her house, did not want to burden her children, opted to live on her own and prostituting was how she earned a living – just waiting for death to arrive. She had been in prison 3 times, beaten and framed by “friends in the trade”.

I could no longer contain myself and started to shed tears as I told her that her children would never allow her to do what she was doing if they knew. “I am speaking as a daughter and if you were my mother”…and I asked if I could hug her. She seemed surprised at first but returned my embrace as I hugged her tight, feeling such remorse that such a life can happen to a mother…all the while the question “what if this was your mother?” kept repeating inside my head.

Here the 2 of us were, my friend and I, thinking that we were bringing Christ to them and changing their lives (which may be true) without realising that our lives would also be changed by these encounters.

We left her with the message that “God loves her and that her children care for her and so do we”. She grabbed my hand and held it to her cheeks when we said goodbye….

I was speechless and in tears as we walked back to the car. Never did I imagine, that someone my mother’s age, would be prostituting to make ends meet…

When you put faces and names and stories into the word “prostitute”, life as you know it, changes. It is an eye-opening experience for me and it certainly begs me to question myself: “What can I, a simple person, do for her? For others like her?”

I do not have one final and concrete answer. But I do know this. “This”, what we did tonight, cannot just be a one-time thing.

In the words of Mother Theresa: “If you cannot feed a hundred people, feed just one” & “not everyone can do great things but we can all do small things with great love”.

Now if Courageous showed what it was to be a Man of God, then War Room shows what it means to be a Woman of God, or more specifically, a wife and a mother in the family.

It portrays the story of a successful young woman (Elizabeth) whose encounter with an older woman (Clara) leads her to discover the right way to “fight” for her (then) strained marriage and in the process rights her relationship with God, her daughter and husband – and ultimately not only saves her marriage but also leads her husband and daughter to be closer to God as well.

I could totally relate some parts of the story to my own life.

Ever since I was young, and I realise it more as I grew up, Mom has always been THE Prayer Warrior in our family. Everyday, she would pray for our immediate family (dad’s job, our studies, our career, our health and everything that we are involved in) as well as extended family members and friends or anybody who has requested for her prayers. If there is anyone who knew how to pray, it is her.

As much as I’d like to say that I too have a prayer life as wonderful and intimate as Mom I haven’t quite reached that level yet. While I don’t have any qualms about spending as much time as I can doing church “work” (mainly involving youth and young adult ministry), I guess I would be more of a Martha than a Mary:

Luke 10:38-42

38 Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. 39 She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. 40 But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” 41 But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; 42 there is need of only one thing.[a] Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.” 

I never did understand why “Mary has chosen the better part” – if Martha was not doing the tasks (preparing for their meal it is assumed) then they would not be having their meal later, so surely her role was important.
So why is being Mary and spending time with the Lord (in prayer and building a personal relationship with him) more better/more important? Because if you have the Lord God on your side, nothing is impossible! Didn’t Jesus come to Mary’s defense when Martha wanted her to help with the tasks?
When I watched War Room and as I write this post, the realisation hit me. In the movie, Elizabeth and husband were both successful in their careers (being Marthas) but they weren’t (being Mary) “sitting at the Lord’s feet”/”listening to what He was saying” and their family nearly fell apart because of it. But when Elizabeth started praying for her family, that’s when everything slowly and surely changed for the better, even though it involved some difficulties along the way (“growing pains”?)

That is why Prayer is an important weapon – not because of the prayer per se, but because you are bringing God into the picture and handing over your cares and worries to Him and asking Him to fight for you.

What an assurance it would be to know that GOD is on your side (when you let him be!) and NOTHING can be against you! (Romans 8:31)


While I was writing another post elsewhere, I had an epiphany. It’s not that I never knew it before but it was more of I just realised what exactly that meant.

What was it?

That I am a Daughter of God.

“I will be a Father to you and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.” (2 Corinthians 6:18 & 2 Samuel 7:14)

Again, it’s not that I never knew it before but it was more of I just realised what exactly that meant.

I used to struggle with relating to God as a Father because no human father is perfect. But that’s just it: God is NOT human. He is God! He is the Perfect Father there ever was, is and will be!

Think about it. What are the attributes of the Perfect Father?

For me, as a daughter, the perfect father would love me, protect me, be someone I can trust, be there to pick me up, wipe my tears, hold my hand and lift me up when I fall, be the one I can turn to anytime and is always there for me. And God is all that and so much more! How lucky are we to have God as our Father!?

Now remember all those times you’ve prayed for something – and never got them? As all good parents and good fathers would know, not everything your child asks from you is good for them (although of course the child is confident and determined that it is!) Isn’t it the same with our Perfect Father : That he only wants the best for us and will not give us what we think are good for us simply because it is not the best for us???

I mean WOW! If you look at it that way, life just makes a whole lot more sense doesn’t it?

For all the things I have prayed for, there is one in particular that God still has not answered. I realise now that I had been praying wrongly, asking selfishly thinking that is best for me. I understand now. Necessarily, this will change the way I pray: instead of asking for this and that, I should be asking for God’s best for me.

Thank you Heavenly Father, for bestowing the privilege to us, to me, mere human, to call you Father, my Perfect Father. I trust you and will await your best for me.🙂

Tonight is that night.

On the morning of Holy Thursday, I was preparing myself for the approaching Triduum when the reality struck me : that Christ was betrayed (by someone who is close to him – Judas, one of his 12 chosen disciples) on Holy Thursday.

Odd as it may sound, I never really saw Holy Thursday in it’s fullness until this time round.

Yes, I always knew that Holy Thursday was the night when Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane and he was arrested that night. Yes, I always knew before that he had the Passover meal in the Upper Room with his disciples and he washed their feet.

FACTS. Head knowledge.

It was no coincidence that on Palm Sunday, I watched the movie “The Gospel of John”

…and all the Gospel readings during Holy Week, Holy Thursday and Good Friday was from the Gospel of John. During mass, the movie was playing in my head as the Gospel was proclaimed.

Thanks also to this article on Holy Thursday by Jimmy Akin, I didn’t just attend mass on Holy Thursday this time. I felt the sorrow of the disciples when “As I Have Done For You” was sung by the choir. A beautiful hymn by Dan Shutte puts into song all the last words/advice/teachings by Jesus to his disciples at the Last Supper. Heart-wrenching at parts especially verse 2. And consoling as well.

After the mass and a quick dinner, I went to another parish to spend time at the Altar of Repose. In this parish, the Altar of Repose was set at the chapel at the back of the church so I had to pass through the darkened church and approaching the altar where the cross was covered, I shuddered seeing the tabernacle doors opened and it was empty. Again, it dawned on me why this is so: Jesus had been taken away.

Reflecting on this and the song above, I really felt the emptiness; that Christ had left. It was akin to the feeling of having lost a person dear to you. It made me recall my grandparents who both passed away a few months ago. It truly felt heart-wrenching.

After midnight, still in the mood for reflections/contemplation, our faith group watched the Passion of Christ and again it dawned that what was portrayed in the film was happening at that very moment. Jesus had been arrested – and was then being persecuted, tortured and charged a criminal. And on the morning of Good Friday, he would be sentenced to Crucifixion.

And it was his fellow Jews who wished this upon him. How could one person (what more his own brethren!) wish for another to be CRUCIFIED? The horror!

And yet, that is what happened.

And this is what happens when we sin. For Christ died for our sins.


Daniel is pretty synonym with lions, as far as bible stories go.

But did you know though that he was thrown into the lion’s den TWICE?


If you did, good for you. But if you didn’t, well now you know!

So of course the next question would be: when was this 2 occasions?

The first time it happened, he was in for a night because of the jealousy of his peers (Chapter 6) and the next was for 6 days because he not only refused to worship idols but also destroyed and killed them as well (Chapter 14).

Needless to say, he survived both occasions for God rescued him because he was faithful. And when God rescued him, others came to believe in the ever-living God (instead of idols/false gods) as well. Awesome right!?

I was quite amused actually the second time it happened – especially since God not only protected him from the lions for 6 days but also made sure he had food especially delivered to him as well.😀 You can read about that here.

[I may just do a write-up on the Book of Daniel (like how I did this Summary of the Book of Tobit) later.]

Lent this year began with Ash Wednesday on February 10…fast forward to a month plus, tomorrow we will begin Holy Week as we welcome the King of Kings on Palm Sunday.

So, what happened in between that? Lent did. And what did it mean, I wondered to myself.

For Lent (since the past few years) I give up meat completely and social media (no Facebook, no Instagram, etc) and this year I added giving up rice (though I did try this for a month before Lent for non-religious/spiritual reasons actually). But this year, for all I am giving up, I have unfortunately failed to pick up anything – no disciplined personal prayer time apart from the daily prayer when waking up and before going to sleep and before meals (I don’t pray after meals though…hmm…topic for another post!) – daily rosary included. Sigh. I guess the only thing I can somewhat say I picked up during Lent was being able to attend daily mass everyday (except 1 day where I couldn’t get out of bed zzzZZZ) but even then, that only started earlier this month so I’m barely a month in. It is my intention to continue this after Lent though. To God be the glory.

Given all that, I guess if I were to self-assess my Lent based on the 3 pillars of Fasting, Prayer and Almsgiving, I would give myself an overall 50% score. LOTS of room for improvement, especially Prayer-wise. Almsgiving was more of a as-is basis: I try to be as charitable as I can with my finance and my time, though never really consciously looking at it as Almsgiving…

And now we approach Holy Week (Palm Sunday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday) leading up to Easter Sunday.


This year, there is a sense of excited anticipation on my part. More-so than usual. A large reason is because this would be my first Holy Week in a new parish (since I moved to a new town in May last year) and for once, I would actually be OFFICIALLY involved in the Liturgy! Even if only as Choir and a reader with a minor role in the Passion Narrative aka Gospel (you know…the Servant Girl who saw Peter warming himself by the fire outside where the soldiers had brought Jesus…) during Palm Sunday.

All I know is that, whatever shortcomings I had in Lent, I do so want to better myself this Holy Week and through all of Easter. I do not know yet how exactly to do that but I am sure God will show me how. I am almost afraid of what He will tell me…

Anyway, Have a Blessed Holy Week ahead & an Extraordinary Easter in advance!

God bless.

This year, the 30 Hour Famine is held from today Thursday 13/3/14 until Saturday 15/3/14 and the theme is “Release The Feast”.


The theme-titled poem can be found here on my other blog and I took the liberty of transcribing it (Accuracy is 90-99% guaranteed) so even if you can’t watch the poem on video, you may still benefit from the message.


Release The Feast – a poem by Propoganda

Theme for “30-Hour Famine” 2014

(Transcribed by Mar)

So when they’re closing all the curtains to convince you that it’s night time

Don’t believe ‘em

Don’t believe ‘em

And when they tell you “It’s a must have” and “You can’t live without it”


You don’t need it

You don’t need it

And when they tell you that “The Feast is full” and “The underdressed ain’t invited”


Tell them “That’s not what the King said”

He said “Release The Feast”

Don’t believe ‘em

You don’t need it

Release The Feast

Release The Feast

Took us so long to get here

And here really ain’t that special

I remember the daydreams of a preteen boy on grandmama’s porch

*[A motley crew of SUV coloured boys]*

Yelling “That’s my car!” when a nice one rolls by

Bathed in the summer Cali afternoon sunset

Heads back on the driveway

Eyes straight up into the clouds so as to drown out the smog of drug transactions we were obviously surrounded by

“One day, Imma make it”

But what is “it”?

Objects. Things. Comfort. Calm.

And it’s all to realize that “calm”

Really ain’t that calm

And that struggle is much more enjoyable

When the end they clutch more

The moment you realize you’re consumed with First World Problems like

Is it a really a party if there’s way too much food and plenty of empty chairs?

You up in there licking your fingers while there are thousands of starving stomachs

Right outside the door

This is “making it”?

This is “it”?

It’s eerie how uncomfortable it is

We get too comfortable

I mean

Are we ignoring the obvious?

Were we not blessed to be a blessing?

Can you not spare one day and 6 hours to change a lifetime?

When did we become the prodigal son’s older brother?

“Son, everything I have is yours. Just come join the party.”

Release The Feast

But you’ve “done enough” right?

Like the notion that if you accept these set of notions then your soul’s premium is secured

You searching new mountains to climb like you conquered the first one

Like that car you pointed out right?

You been saving your money right?

You “making it”

But the work of the Gospel’s not done

You’re just comfortable

Like this journey to “okayness”

That’s what we been working for

To “homeostasis”

That we mistakenly see as “peace”

Only to realize that “making it” is so anti-climactic

Because this type of “perfect” is just ain’t working

Don’t you dare close them curtains in the night time

You don’t need another object

You’re already in the party

Release The Feast

There’s no “making it”

There is no there

Because there is here

With us

We are in this together

Act like it

No comfort till we’re all in the party

Release The Feast

Release The Feast

*This part may be inaccurate


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