Because one of my classes is cancelled allowing me to go home earlier than usual, I decided to head to St. Clare Monastery to offer eggs and a prayer for my friend's success as she takes her licensure examination a few days from now.
I do not believe in idolatry but I do in intercession. Ever since before I took my college entrance examination, I always turned to St. Clare for guidance whenever I have to make important life-changing decisions. The peacefulness inside the church allowed me moments to reflect and today, I pondered about my purpose in life.
Recently, I feel troubled and have been doubting myself wondering if I have what it takes to be successful in the field I have chosen. The workload at the university seems to be taking its toll on me, and the school year (which is hopefully my last) has just began. I keep comparing myself to others, wondering if I have enough talent, guts, and willpower to pursue a career in journalism.
The humid air heightened my senses as I sat on one of the pews. The lightrail train swooshed above-head on my left side while I heard the chirping sound of birds on the nearby tree. The place is secluded from the rest of the city, but there is a certainty that I would be back the minute I stepped outside the cream-colored walls.
Across the aisle to my right was a guy covering his face with his hand, crying uncontrollably. It was disconcerting to see but comforting to realize that even "tough guys" do turn to Him in times of trouble. The girl beside him was consoling him. I couldn't help but heave a sigh in my mind and wish him well.
Despite my apprehensions about the people and some ideologies governing the Christian faith politics, I still find peace in the physical space it is represented by--the walls, the high ceilings and domes, the ringing silence and the infallible quietness.
It always a good idea to visit the church, take a breather from all the fuss, and sit a while to reflect.
