I was quite oblivious to the world around me these past couple of days.Trains passed by and I barely even noticed.People everywhere rushed to buy presents for themselves and their loved ones, Books were launched by dear friends, parties were thrown everywhere, but there I was patiently and silently waiting.
There must be something more to all that we do this December.I’m starting to realize how slaving myself to work has led me to the sick bed.Perhaps even that could be God’s beckon to prepare for Christmas.It was a deep call to humility.
I’ve taken care of people for many years. I ‘felt’ for them, but I always had an issue on being sick myself.I wanted so much to rest and my body is in need of sleep, and yet it stayed vigilant until the wee hours of the morning.There was a certain sense of expectancy, of salvation.He will soon arrive.
I had days when I couldn’t taste anything. It reminds me so much of a priest whom I juggled my names with. I told him, my name stood for sweetness in Greek, and he said, it could also mean ملح (salt) in Arabic.I was brought back to that particular time when I was fighting my inner battles.
You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste,How shall its saltiness be restored? ~ Mt. 5,13
Have I grown complacent?
Even my cough told me something. They were my silent cries.I was afraid that I was projecting my own selfishness to the world around me.
What is in there, if people threw parties for their employees at the expense of the neighbors whose sleep was sacrificed?
What good is it in there to have the sick kids stay in a ward where we do get to pay less and yet the noise created around is heard by everyone?
But the thing is…amidst the noise…the selfishness…the illness, I saw this incredible image of the baby.He slept ever so peacefully.All He knows is, he is surrounded by love.He allowed himself to be taken cared of, to be powerless, to be little.He trusted, he showed himself to me in the form of a baby.
There are a lot of things I should learn from that.I became one with the sick, I became one with the little child.He chose to be born like us.I hear people saying, there’ll be no Christmas, because of poverty, accidents, incidents, death, sickness and sin.
He chose the appropriate time to be born in this world with us.