Rufus

                Good King Wenceslaus        Wenceslaus is a king I always see who appears in the lives of people during 🎄 Christmas. He is a king buried in history a long long time ago. Though centuries have passed since he ceased to exist he still remains a memory, his remains still remain in the Church of Prague.   His legend passing through the ages talks about him being a generous king of  a very good heart. He had a genuine concern for the poor, always giving alms and help to the poor.  The story about him and his page braving the harsh cold of the winter to give a peasant food and drink. After sometime the page felt that he was going to die of the cold. Wenceslaus asked him to walk in his footsteps.  The page felt warmth while walking in his footsteps and they were able to complete the journey.     The nature that we see of a Good Hearted King has originated from Wenceslaus. The story of him and the page is actually a Christmas Carol and is sung to this day.  Wenceslaus was a le

                                                              The beautiful beaded rosary –  hanging on the wall of my house , spread  across to display all the beads and displaying its beautiful shine as the sunlight entered my room. The rays bounced off the beads and added a specular shine to the circular beads. The rosary looks marvelous in its setting with the room all hit with sunlight.   I recite the rosary many times and one fine day I pondered as to why I am reciting the rosary. Do I recite the rosary as a tradition?  Because I was born in the Catholic church and came to know about the Rosary through my mother praying the Rosary and the communities saying the Rosary whom I used to join. I wanted to know if there is something more to the Rosary, and that it was not just a formality to complete my catholic duties. What could these beads have in them that would yield such power to influence so many people…. As I spoke to people about the Rosary, they said it had an immense

          The pain of a Father Every day brings a worry, and a worry or two always there is always around.People in their life get used to worries, as they are  kind of a routine in the day. But then there comes a time in life when we are hit by something more than a worry, something that is a higher level of pain – a tragedy. An accident or the death of a loved one, which is like a truck ramming us on the road. Death comes to take all of us. It is a part of life, being the end cycle . Death comes at any time, like a thief stealing your soul in the night. All this information is read in books. But the world of books is not life, though is based on the experiences of life. In reality, a man and a woman marry and bear children. They rear their children to grow and then have children of their own,giving the parents the blessing of grandchildren. However, destiny is not so kind ksometimes. As on a sudden rainy day, there is a phone call, a dreaded one in which the parents are informed

                                                     Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde                  Lazy afternoon, but had to work – to get that job done. Wanted to clean the attic as it was in a bad shape for quite some time. I sat down to clean and dust my books, which had accumulated on the cover and the room had caught a little mold, which gave a little stink probably because of the fungus that had grown all around it. I began dusting books one after the other , and the dust exposed many favorite stories of my childhood. While cleaning the attic, the heaviest stack of books just fell down in front of me and on the top of the books was the book that flashed like a jet through my memory and the book was “Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde”.          This book had one character who had different shades – a good person and a bad character. There was the good Doctor Jekyll, who was this good doctor who did his work of treating patients and also lived a good life, was a Catholic fulfilling al

                                                                                      St. John the Baptist                                                                 I woke up to a blasting sound on the 24 th June . The sound was coming from   the streets outside my window. There was a lot of commotion going on and I was wondering what it was about. Annoyed I looked out of the window and saw some celebrations going on. I enquired what was going on, and the   reason why it was happening. It was the feast of San Joao ( or St. John the Baptist). The celebrations had already started for the day. The chapel was near my house in Goa and the procession was going towards the chapel. As the procession went towards the chapel I thought about St John the Baptist. M, Many of the people who were celebrating this great saint did not know much about him. They celebrated the feast as it was a matter of custom and a source of enjoyment, with a lot of fun and frolic happening.

                                                      The Holy Week in The Phillipines        Sitting down in my cubicle, I was watching some videos during the Holy week  when I came across this video of the Holy week that was taking place in the Philippines. I found it quite fascinating , as normally in my country the holy week starts with the Mass services and the Church rituals, but out here in the Philippines there was much more.       Much more devotion, would be the right thing to say , is what happens in the Philippines where they have an amazing form of devotion to Jesus and to Mother Mary. During the Holy week, there are many things that you will see in the Philippines, where the devotion is practical and you can see the life events of Christ taking place in front on you.       As you walk through the cities in Philippines, you will see the falagellants or the Penitents – where the Philippines. These are people who have these bundle of knives that they lash on th