2-Feb-2015
Dear Friend,
It maybe that some of us are reaching a point of no return. Our health is 
deteriorating and the doctor’s forecast is bleak; our relationships are 
strained and in danger of snapping at any moment; our job could be gone at a 
moment’s notice; the money and assets that we have stashed up are no longer 
secure; the law and order authorities cannot be depended upon; the political 
leaders who promised a stable government have gone back on their promises. Our 
world is crumbling around us! What do we do? Give in to depression? Wallow in 
self-pity? Blame everyone? In this situation is it worthwhile turning to God? 
Have a hope-filled weekend! -Fr. Jude
Sunday Refl. 5th Sunday of the Year “On what is my life founded? My strengths 
or on God’s?” 8-Feb-2015Job: 7: 1-4, 6-7;                                   1 
Corinth. 9: 16-19, 22-23;                             Mark 1: 19-39;

We are familiar with the story of Job, part of which is contained in the first 
reading of today. Job’s story was a pitiable one: He was deprived of family, 
lacked worldly possessions, was racked by physical pain and suffered mental 
anguish. Job put himself the question: “Why should God allow these misfortunes 
to come upon me?” Job moans his lot: “Is life worth living?” He compares his 
life to a slave, whose life is one long drudgery; he feels helpless and 
hopeless like a workman who has to work for no wages; His life is one long 
bore, he waits for the end which will not come. Job though steadfast and loyal 
was impatient. His human friends had failed to explain life and he felt that 
his divine friend would not come either. Is there any hope for the depressed? 
Our Christian perspective adds a new dimension. Truly, if death is the end of 
it all, life does not make sense!
The healing in givingHe stood on the steel bridge-fifty feet above the swirling 
river. He lit his last cigarette –before making his escape. There was no other 
way out. He had tried everything: orgies of sensuality, travel excitement, 
drink and drugs. And now the last failure: marriage. No woman could stand him 
after a few months. He demanded too much and gave nothing. The river was the 
best place for him. A shabby man passed by, saw him standing in the shadow and 
said, “Got a dime for a cup of coffee, Mister?” The other smiled in the 
darkness. A dime! “Sure, I’ve got a dime, buddy. I’ve got more than a dime.” He 
took out a wallet. “Here take it all.” There was about $100 in the wallet, he 
took it out and thrust it towards the tramp. “What’s the idea?” asked the 
tramp. “It’s all right. I won’t need it where I am going.” He glanced down 
towards the river. The tramp took the bills, and stood holding them uncertainly 
for a moment. Then he said, “No, you don’t mister. I may be a beggar, but I’m 
no coward; and I won’t take money from one either. Take your filthy money with 
you –into the river. He threw the bills over the rails and they fluttered and 
scattered as they drifted slowly down towards the dark river. “So long, 
coward.” said the tramp and he walked off. The ‘coward’ gasped. Suddenly, he 
wanted the tramp to have the money he had thrown away. He wanted to give – and 
couldn’t! To give! That was it! He never had tried that before. To give –and be 
happy… He took one last look at the river and turned from it and followed the 
tramp….Christopher Notes
The gospel story begins with Jesus going with his disciples James and John 
straight to the house of Simon and Andrew. He has barely entered when they 
confide to him their worries and concerns, petty though they may seem. Simon’s 
mother-in-law has gone to bed with a fever. Jesus did not hesitate, he went 
straight away to her bed, took her by the hand and the fever left her and she 
began to wait on them. Jesus’ present healing involves only a gesture – he 
grasped her hand and helped her up. That healing action of Jesus was enough to 
set the town on fire, and by evening everyone who was sick or afflicted in any 
way was at Simon’s doorstep. Whenever people hear of a healer there are hordes 
of people who seek the magical touch. What’s wrong in seeking a miracle? If we 
can get instant relief from our misery why not try the charm, the magical 
ritual, the holy sanctuary? After all does not God want us to be healed? The 
Gospel tells us the crowds kept increasing, they wanted more miracles. By 
morning there were crowds milling around waiting for Jesus but he was nowhere 
to be found, he disappeared. The apostles could not understand. This was the 
moment Jesus should have capitalized on his popularity, yet he disappeared and 
when they found him, he was alone by himself praying. By refusing to be what 
the people wanted him to be: a magical Saviour, Jesus was making a point, that 
good health does not necessarily enhance the quality of life, and ill-health 
does not necessarily detract from it. Rather than carry on with the healing, 
Jesus insisted on leaving the crowds and heading off to other places to preach 
the good news. We can imagine it was hard for Jesus to leave the people yet 
that was the Father’s will revealed to him in prayer, and that is what he did. 
He had come not to do what the people wanted him to do but to do the Father’s 
will. Suffering, a deep part of human existence, and essential part of 
estrangement from God, was also a means of purification and return to God. 
Jesus did not ignore pain, but did not seek to avoid it either.
Broken to become beautiful!At the Royal Palace of Tehran in Iran, you can see 
one of the most beautiful mosaic works in the world.  The ceilings and walls 
flash like diamonds with multifaceted reflections. Originally, when the palace 
was designed, the architect specified huge sheets of mirrors on the walls. When 
the first shipment arrived from Paris, they found to their horror that the 
mirrors were shattered.  The contractor threw them in the trash and brought the 
sad news to the architect. Amazingly, the architect ordered all of the broken 
pieces collected, then smashed them into tiny pieces and glued them to the 
walls to become a mosaic of silvery, shimmering, mirrored bits of glass. Broken 
to become beautiful! It's possible to turn your scars into stars. It's possible 
to be better because of brokenness. Never underestimate God's power to repair 
and restore.Robert Schuller
Pause and be stillThe musician Andre Kostelanetz once visited the French artist 
Henri Matisse. When Kostelanetz got to Matisse’s home, his nerves were frayed 
and he was exhausted. Matisse noticed this and said to him good-humouredly, “My 
friend you must find the artichokes in your life.” With that he took 
Kostelanetz outside to his garden. When they came to a patch of artichokes, 
Matisse stopped. He told Kostelanetz that every morning after he has worked for 
a while, he comes out to his patch of artichokes to pause and be still. He just 
stands there looking at the artichokes. Matisse then added: “Though I have 
painted over 200 canvasses, I always find new combination of colours and 
fantastic patterns. No one is allowed to disturb me in this ritual. It gives me 
fresh inspiration, relaxation, and a new perspective towards my work.”Mark Link 
in ‘Sunday Homilies’
Finding our strength and power in GodThere was a man who was in the habit of 
going off by himself into a remote wood. One day a friend curious to know what 
he was up to, followed him. When he caught up with him, he found him sitting 
quietly on a log. “What are you doing?” he asked the man. “I’m praying,” came 
the reply. “But why come to this remote spot to pray?” “Because I feel close to 
God here.”  “But isn’t God to be found everywhere, and isn’t God the same 
everywhere? “God is, but I am not.” – While it is true that we can find God and 
pray to God anywhere and everywhere –in the kitchen, in the street, in the car, 
in the farmland, in the workshop –still, it’s a good idea to have a special 
place to which we can withdraw from time to time – the shore, the park, the 
mountains, the church, or whatever. In such places God seems to be nearer and 
more friendly. The whole atmosphere seems to be more pervaded with the divine 
presence. And in such places we are different too. We are calmer, quieter, more 
relaxed, and thus more open to what God is offering us at all times and in all 
places.Flor McCarthy in ‘New Sunday & Holy Day Liturgies
Reaching out makes us reach withinLate one December night on the cancer ward 
the halls were quiet and solemn, the patients were asleep and most of the 
visitors were gone. The nurses were gathered about the nurse's station 
preparing for shift change. Sarah, one of the nurses, was especially tired, 
having worked seven straight 12 hour days. The kids had needs, her husband had 
been laid off, and the house payment was due. PING. PING. PING. Sarah angrily 
looked at the call light box. The patient was a seventy-year-old woman. Sarah 
had been to her room at the end of the hall at least fifteen times. Angrily she 
started down the hall. On her way, she suddenly stopped. She stood motionless 
as a soft voice wafted out of room 235."And then one day I'll cross the 
river;I'll fight life's final war with pain;And then as death gives way to 
victory,I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives."Tears welled up in 
her eyes as she listened and thought about the young woman in that room -- a 
thirty-five year old mother of two with cancer, with only a week to live, 
perhaps days. Sarah stood there, with tears in her eyes, remembering how this 
young terminal woman had such peace. The patient would speak to everyone who 
came into her room and she would smile even in her pain and took the time to 
share her faith and let people know the reason for her peace was a faith in 
God. All the nurses who had been around her commented on her strength and how 
they had felt peace and calm after talking with this exceptional young 
woman."Because He lives, I can face tomorrow;Because He lives, all fear is 
gone;Because I know who holds the future,Life is worth all the living, just 
because He lives."Sarah started down the hall to answer the call light, but she 
was no longer going to check on some pestering old woman. She was going to the 
room of a patient, a person, a fellow human in need. Sarah left work with a new 
outlook on life. She had a rekindling of the spirit of service that had 
motivated her to become a nurse. Those fires had almost died, but for a young 
terminal woman who had the desire to be of service to her fellow man even unto 
death. This is a reminder to us that the reason that we are on this earth at 
all is to be of service to each other. Christ said it best when He said, 
"Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his 
brother."Author unknown
May we let his presence within transform us and the world around!
 Fr. Jude Botelho [email protected]
PS. The stories, incidents and anecdotes used in the reflections have been 
collected over the years from books as well as from sources over the net and 
from e-mails received. Every effort is made to acknowledge authors whenever 
possible. If you send in stories or illustrations I would be grateful if you 
could quote the source as well so that they can be acknowledged if used in 
these reflections. These reflections are also available on my Web site 
www.NetForLife.net Thank you.

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