"One of you will betray me." Stun by your word, they all look up and saw you trying to subdue that loneliness in your eyes. And then with quivering lips you said, " do quickly what you are about to do. "
" Do quickly!" you speak aloud, yet in the silence of your heart they never heard the words trying to get out of your lips...."before my tears starts to fall."
" Is it I, my Lord?" they all said. Except the one who probably said to himself.... how did he know?
How did He know? Did He ever turn his back on us? Does he care? And when he looks at us? What is it like?
When I was younger. I never look up at the picture of Christ hanging on my wall whenever I pray. Simply because I am afraid. Afraid that I may see an angry Christ. A Christ with an accusing eye ...telling me how bad I am...charging me of my wrongdoing. Thats how I pray then. Yes...I never look at him.
Then one day, while praying inside the Chapel of St. Joseph, I felt a top on my shoulder, and I look up. I saw a huge picture of the face of Christ hanging in front of me. He is looking down at me. I got up and move at the back of the Chapel. Here I said to myself his eyes will not reach me. I was wrong. Now he's looking straight at me....it seems to me that I cannot escape the situation so I muster all the courage I have left and begin to stare. As my eyes meet his. My fear slowly banished away. It is not an accusing eyes. It is a compasionate eyes. The eyes that understand. The eyes that says....I LOVE YOU! IT IS ALRIGHT! I KNOW YOU! I UNDERSTAND! Since then I always talk to the eyes that speaks.
Every nice friend is a glimpse of God. It is one of life's blessings...a priceless gift that can never be bought, sold, or forgotten! Take care my friend...remember always I understand because I love you....
