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Awareness

I awake, busy myself, activating my mind like a car’s engine, stimulating every intricate part to produce energy to move a colossal body. With the mental engine ignited, I advance at top speed, completing tasks and ticking the individual items on an invisible “things to do” list. Then I sit down, stopping the bodily carContinue reading “Awareness”

“This is my Naked Body, Broken for you!”

As our society evolves, we find ourselves increasingly reliant on various dependencies, as if they have become a part of our modern fashionable lifestyle. These dependencies include credit cards, electricity, Internet connectivity, personal vehicles, excessive food consumption, and the pursuit of social status. These modern dependencies, like stealthy thieves in the night, can be snatchedContinue reading ““This is my Naked Body, Broken for you!””

A Call to Return

We struggleWe fightWe grappleWe climbWe wrestlewithpovertyshameembarrassmentviolencewarexclusionconflictracismclassismnothingness.Then, we tastevictorysuccesswealthstatuscomfortopulenceinclusionpowerYet, forgetthe strugglethe fightthe climbthe grapplethe wrestleour nothingness.We becomearrogantinsensitivecoldhardenedaloofimprisoned in the bunker of “I am better than you.” neglecting the poorthe disenfranchisedthe marginalisedthe outcastthe vulnerablethe weak.Those whostrugglefightgrappleclimbwrestle.There’s a profound call to return to our nothingness, to embrace humility and compassion.Where Christ is born and resideswrestlingstrugglingfightinggrapplingclimbingwith usyet empowering us.IfContinue reading “A Call to Return”

Mismanagement of Sports Facilities

THE EDITOR, Madame, The recent rescheduling of the Concacaf World Cup qualifying game between Jamaica and the Dominican Republic, due to the lighting at the National Stadium not meeting FIFA’s minimum standards, serves as a poignant reminder of the government’s recurrent mismanagement of our sporting facilities. This failure to meet global standards is familiar, andContinue reading “Mismanagement of Sports Facilities”

Resurrection of Wisdom

Like mothers giving birth from pain and suffering,Like seeds birthing new life from the dark, dirty, deep soil,Like volcanoes forming agriculturally rich islands from dusty violent eruptions,Like butterflies flying in freedom from the imprisoned spaces of cocoons,Like light emerging from darkness,The resurrection of wisdom emerges from the imprisoned tombs of our suffering.

The God of Centre Stage

I find myself captivated in the theatre of creation, where God takes centre stage, performing divine acts of creation and redemption. The audience, created by God, is meant to gaze intently upon God’s magnificent work. Yet, I cannot help but notice my human ego as a disruptive force within this audience. Instead of focusing onContinue reading “The God of Centre Stage”

Desert Rose and Preparedness

For the last four days, I have been unable to meditate in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament, so I am sitting outside facing four potted plants of desert roses. Upon completing my Christian Meditation mantra, “Maranatha,” I open my eyes and gaze at the skeleton-like, almost leafless desert survivors crowned with pink flowers. EachContinue reading “Desert Rose and Preparedness”

Alone at birth

Alone at birth, Alone at burial.Born alone into the worldwithout biological parents.Yet, parented by God’s gift, adopted parents.Born alone, my childrenwithout biological fathers.Yet, fathered by many.Arrived at deathalone in a cemeterywithout parents, spouse, or children.Yet, embraced eternally by the heavenly Father.

Pothole Governance

THE EDITOR, Madame: As I read the story of Donathon Dillon’s tragic death in the Gleaner on Wednesday, May 1, 2024, caused by a collision with a cow in the civil parish of Westmoreland, I could not help but think about the poem by Portia Nelson, “There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance ofContinue reading “Pothole Governance”

Cross of the Unknown

I plan, project, and predict.I forecast, foretell, and foreshadow.I calculate, conjecture, and contemplate.Yet, carrying the cross of the unknown…How will this plan, project or prediction evolve?How will this forecast, foretelling and foreshadowing emerge?How will this calculation, conjecture, and contemplation become real?I don’t know!What I know is that I carry the cross of the unknown.The unknownContinue reading “Cross of the Unknown”