A hero

After spending some time in the adoration room at nearby church in the afternoon, I found myself engaging in a battle with a heavy shower of rain as I was dashing on the way to school without an umbrella. Drenched with a wet shirt, I began to work on my project without any concern. During the break, I found myself loitering around my classmate's space and the newspaper caught my sight. As my schedule has not spared me any time for newspaper reading for long time, my interest aroused and encouraged my hands to pick and open it up to my eyes for feasting. The first page featured the hero maid who sacrificed her life in order to save the baby she was carrying. When the bus hit the maid, she flung the baby in her arms away. The baby suffered some scratches and she was saved but the maid paid the price of her life. If the baby were to become an adult now, she would be very grateful.

My mind was looking at Jesus. He paid the price for our sins on the cross so that we could be saved and go to the heaven. I am so grateful for that.

"I know my sheep and they know me. And I am willing to die for them," said Jesus. (John 10:14-15) "Father loves me because I am willing to give up my life, in order that I may receive it back." (John 10:17)

Instantly, the memory card in my head brought the verse up. "The greatest love a person can have for his friends is to give his life for them." (John 15:13)

I give God my heartfelt thanks because Lord Jesus is my hero.

"You are the source of my happiness. I will play my harp and sing praise to you O God, my God." (Ps 43:4)

"The rich man is not one who is in possession of much, but one who gives much." - St John Chrysostom