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A.K.A Gatekeeper

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2/3 of God's name is GO

Archdiocesan Youth Day Rally was unexpectedly fun. I jumped like I've never jumped before, went nuts basically. It was not the jumping that I enjoyed, it was the nun's talk that I liked. I can't even remember her name but I'll never forget her speech. She had no script, basically she just stood there and talked about her brokeness.

She went up and started her speech with her prayer. At first, I thought she was speaking in some foreign language until I heard "so that I only say what you want me to..."

"Oh...so it's in English. What a waste of time, I don't even understand her, how to benefit from her speech? Why did they ask her to give a speech when most people can't understand anyway?" I thought to myself.

I decided to listen hard for 2 minutes anyway. There were no big words used. Her voice trembled at some parts and I saw tears welling up in her eyes. Before I knew it, I was listening to her talk about her broken life. Her accent didn't matter anymore.

She was not there to preech about the great truths of life. Neither was she interested in telling us how perfect her life is because she trusts in God. None of it. She spoke about how much she hated him. She was broken because of her parents, not because she didn't trust in God. I was half expecting her to say something like, "blah blah blah event happened and I started going for mass daily." None of it. She attended mass because she wanted a pretty medal. After she got it, she told Mary she's not going for mass anymore.

I cried not only because I felt her brokeness but out of admiration for someone who can stand there and talk about their brokeness and hatred for God in front of 3000 people. To talk about our broken lives in front of our loved ones and friends is sometimes too much for us, what's more 3000 strangers who're all judging you?

Broken people can talk to broken people. I get so sick and tired about people telling me that God is good, that he'll heal your broken life and so on... He will heal, but when? What happens if I hate him, do you think God helps people who hates him? Do I get the worst lot in life because I hate him? Are we allowed to hate him? Should we tell others that we hate him or keep it hidden?

I felt the real miracle in her life was not how God helped her but that he helped her despite her hatred for him.

She didn't say it, but I felt her real message was...

"Don't be afraid if you hate God, if you have the worst parents or have the worst lot in life. I had all 3 and I'm still alive."

That said, pictures!!!

Before it all began...

My facil lanyard with the light stick...kinda of random, I know

Nicole and me...

Nats and me...

The band and the black shadows are people singing/jumping...

Jonah and the fish story, this is the fish and people bouncing it in the air...

We also want to bounce the fish but it only stayed in front! All we had were giant balls!

We shouted "we want fish!" repeatedly and some kind soul passed it to the back. The closest it could get to us...

UPDATE: I found out the nun's name is Sr. Magaret from HK

7.7.07 11:59 PM

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