Sometimes all we need is a ray of sunshine...

This morning, while Quenny and I attended mass at Quiapo church, we saw a guy passionately singing along with the choir. Amidst the commotion all over the church (because it's communion time), he was still and calm holding a fragile child close to him. The child, I have observed, was about six or seven and is suffering from hydrocephalus. The child was gazing nowhere while his father was fixing his eyes towards Jesus carrying a heavy cross. The joy he brings while singing the song shows a love so deep it is oblivious of the scorn people may give him bringing his suffering child. The joy while singing shows his undying hope of the healing that Christ will soon generously give to his son. 

I felt pity for them, more for the father. They don't look so well off and I've thought about the times he cared and nursed the child. It must have been really challenging to maturely deal with his son's needs. But what I've realized was that this challenge for them was actually showing all people a testimony of pure love. And that instead of thinking of ways to help them, I was suddenly grateful for being a witness to this burst of sunshine manifested in the father's love for his son.

Nonetheless, they need our prayers.

God bless you, all!

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