REFLECTIONS OF THE SOUL
Some of the prayer cards given or collected through the years.
The picture on the right, the Mother of Mary, ST. Anne.
Mother Mary with baby Jesus and the angels.
The first prayer card given by my childhood friend, Evelyn Paterson. The friend who told me about God. Evelyn, if you see this, do write to me. Thank you for the first step., 56yrs. ago
REFLECTIONS OF THE SOUL.
2/4/07 Monday, the first day of the Holy week. As I sit here in church waiting for Father to start mass, my mind goes back through the years and I wonder.
My first knowledge of God was through a friend, a childhood friend, we were only 10 yrs. old , trying to do a lot of things ourselves! She was a R. catholic , she showed me pictures of God in heaven and the beautiful angels, singing, smiling , happy flying around with tiny wings. God on His throne , His beautiful shinning white robe, the clouds rolling pass, it was a picture of heaven.!
I was so taken in by what I saw , that I wanted to follow her to church. So we arranged to go on a Sunday morning 6.30am mass, we were suppose to catch a bus. I woke up early , that Sunday morning ,quietly changed and went to her house to meet her.
Arriving under her window I called out to her, when she came out, she said she forgot about the whole thing and we may have to go to a later mass, I can’t remember if we went to a later mass or went the next Sunday, but I do remember going to the church up a hill , can’t remember the name could be ST.MARY. will have to pay a visit on my next trip back to KL.
I remember going on a bus and sitting on a pew in church. Must have gone a couple of times. She gave me a tiny cross, looks like one that fell off the rosary, but I treasured this cross. I pinned it on the wall where I slept and picked flowers to put on it every day .
One day my grandmother saw it and was not happy, she said , ‘how can you have that cross in the house , we are not Catholics, we pray to other gods’ end of story. I can’t remember much after this incident .
Life goes on, things change but in the back of my mind , God was still there, maybe asleep.
The images of my beautiful pictures stayed in my mind, even till this very day, will stay till the day I die. My friend taught me the ‘Our Father’ prayer.
Next year my father had a promotion and we were offered a bigger house in another suburb, so we moved. God must have chosen this new place, because 2 doors away was a Eurasian family. They were R.catholic and their maid was very friendly.
We called her ‘aunty’ being our elder, she came whenever she was free to talk to my grandparents about God. This went on for about a year, believe it or not, my grandparents were baptized and where was I ? even my younger sister and brother were taking lessons.
God bless, Mum,
will write more every day.
posted by May @ 2:51 PM
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