Good Friday

It was in the afternoon when my mother drove me to the church. I was attending the Stations of the Cross and the afterwards mass alone. I admit that I was having difficulties in absorbing God's words in my heart because the man who was in front of me, seemed to be restless as he kept swaying himself, distracting my attention. He seemed to be unaware of me as he kept swaying towards me. He bumped into me sometimes. At least ten times as I recalled. There was a lot of space in front of him whereas there was little space between us. Another reason is that I did not pray a lot for long time till today. The school works took away a lot of time in my schedule. If my school had put in the Fine Arts in the cross disciplinary registration, I would never be in difficult position by now. But in my second thought, perhaps it was a good choice because I'm experiencing how Jesus felt when he was carrying his cross to the Calvary. Hopefully, I can find Him during this period.