Today is the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows. Today, we commemorate the sufferings she had to undergo upon seeing her beloved son, Jesus, in his final agony and death on the cross. Being pure, her suffering was much more than that of any other person.
Today, also, marks exactly one year since my arrival on British soil.
I only knew about the former last week when Fr Mark mentioned that we have two feasts in honour of Our Lady on two successive Thursdays this year — one being her birthday, and the other being Our Lady of Sorrows. I must also note that this day last year, at around 7:00 a.m., I arrived in Gatwick together with my dad and my cousin. We spent quite a while at the border (there was a long queue, comprising mainly of university students) and finally, when we were able to cross the border, we met my aunt and uncle, who were waiting on the other side. I remembered how happy I was to come to England. And today, I realise that I came to England on the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows.
Our Lady of Joy, in this case. ^_^
One year has passed since then and I still have never ceased to feel that Britain is a breath of fresh air. It still is, after all that has happened over the past year, even after I’ve witnessed Broken Britain. With every beat of my heart I now thank the Lord for making it possible for me to arrive here.
Britain is a land of saints. Britain is a land where all happy memories of my childhood return to me. And even though Britain has now been torn apart, I am much more optimistic in bringing hope back to this land than I am for any other. I firmly intend to stay on for many, many, many more years to come — I am called to serve in this land.
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