.:Tues.6th April 2004.Holy Week.2 days to Holy Thurs:.period.
Not too bad a day I guess. I have been thinking about a lot of things lately, some depressing, some happy wonderful moments and thoughts...period.

Oh! I went to watch the Passion of the Christ on Sat. with my mother at Cine. The movie was wonderful, it made me totally emotional and almost weepy if you ask me.. Reading about the passion and actually trying to visuallize it from the book City of God, by Venerable Mary of Agreda (one of the books that Mel Gibson based this movie, the other by Catherine Emmerich, the Dolorous Passion of the Lord) was horrible enough, the movie made me feel really really touched. Touched in a sense, although I have heard this many times, Were we worthy enough for his sacrifice? look at the state of affairs in the world today.. look at it in an individual sense.. about your own sins and stuff. Are we that worthy? Jesus seems to think so. Or he wouldnt do a thing like that for ALL of us.

Alright for now. I' ll be watching it again on Gd Fri before the 3pm prayer in church.. More thoughts then .. Need to concentrate on school work now. the results haven't been that encourAging. =( ..

Take Care All. God Bless.
Rach =)

PS: This is the story of my sec's school's patron, St. Therese of Lisieux.

The story of Theresa Lisieux (1873- 1879)

Born Therese Martin in France in 1873, she was the youngest of five sisters, all of whom became nuns. She was only fifteen when she entered the Carmel at Lisieux where she was known as Therese of the Child Jesus. Nine years later, she was dead. At that time, no one knew of her existence except her immediate family and her Carmelite nuns.
But within a few more years, she was a household name. She had become "The Little Flower". She was keeping her deathbed promise to spend her heaven doing good on earth. In 1925, less than thirty years after her death, she was a canonized saint of the church, without question the most popular and best loved saint of the twentieth century.

What shattered her anonymity was the publication of her autobiography, written under obedience to her religious superiors. What gave it its enormous impact was the extraordinary spiritual insight she brought to a life that was by any standard ordinary. Her story was met with the shock of recognition and its companion, the awareness of possibility. "I may not be a contemplative nun" millions could and would say "but I do, like her, feel the pull of God. I am just one of the ‘little people’, but reading Theresa’s story, I know it’s okay for me to contemplate being a saint .a little saint."


All over the world ordinary readers came to recognize, accept, and develop their potential for sanctity by adopting what Therese called her "little way." At its heart this "little’ way of Therese’s spirituality is driven by a powerful metaphor. In our relationship with God we are very small children. We always will be. There is no need to be anything else. On the contrary, it is essential that we never try to be anything else.