Day 3

We began the morning with Mass and sessions on the Father, the 3rd and final character in the story. How do I describe what I felt throughout that morning? It's close to being impossible! I guess what people say is true - the more you begin to realize how much God really does love you, the more inadequate and unworthy you feel.

The afternoon was the Veneration of the Cross and boy, did I bawl my eyes out! (Don't ask why, but looking at the crucifix after you hear of how unwavering God's love is is a recipe for grief. Seriously, you should try it sometime). No one had less of a reason to die than Jesus did. And in the most degrading way at that.

But for some reason I have yet to fathom (if you can truly grasp how the kind of love it must take for someone to that, let me know) he thought we were worth all that he went through. And I don't know what else to say, except that it was profoundly humbling.

After a round of group photos and lunch (during which I got to speak to a group of young Sarawakian native boys.. pity I hadn't spoken to them earlier... they were mighty friendly), we started down. Going down was a lot easier than going up. Mainly because the bag I carried down probably didn't weigh half as much as my bag (the one I carried up... that was 9 kg, as I later found out at the airport... no wonder my shoulder nearly died!).

I guess for a lot of reasons the trip was one I'll never forget. The CMPC was a beautiful place, and given the chance, I would have stayed up there longer. But underneath it all, I guess you could say I've never had so much fantastic input since 2002. And as every day, down to earth kind of teachings go, it was unprecedented.

I just hope I can keep my focus this time around. It isn't easy to do, but nothing is. If it taught me anything, at the very least, it taught me that much.