Peace and Unity
Peace and Unity
Where does it all start?
It was a bright and sunny morning. After I got up from bed, I finished my daily devotional and said my morning prayers. “Make me a channel of your peace…where there is hatred, let me bring your love...” kept playing inside my head as I was about to get ready for the day.
As I went down to the kitchen, I sensed that our house was awfully and unusually quiet. I couldn’t figure out why. Oh well… I turned on the television to check if there’s anything interesting to watch.
I chanced upon Channel 5 where reporters have flocked to the area where a middle-aged man was lying dead, shot by an anonymous criminal.
“Live from the crime scene… the police just announced a nationwide search for this heartless murderer on the loose…”
“In politics… the President has just granted pardon to a plunderer, who was proven guilty of stealing the people’s money…”
"Meanwhile, in Manila, the untoward incident shocked thousands of Glorietta shoppers. Different angles have been looked into to determine the root cause of this tragedy…”
I couldn’t take anymore of these bad news so I switched off the TV and went upstairs to read. On my way up, I figured that the reason why our country is in turmoil is because a lot of injustice has been done to our people and there’s no end to it if we just let the abuse continue. But if we act upon these injustices as one people, then there might be a chance that we achieve the peace we long for.
Just as I was about to open the door to my room, I heard a loud scream. It came from my parents’ bedroom. Before I could run to check, my mother stormed out of their bedroom, a mess and crying.
“Catherine, let’s leave this house. I can’t stand living with your father anymore,” was what she told me in between sobs.
“Why, Mom? What happened? What is it this time?” I asked her. I was really worried why she was crying so hard.
“I said, go pack your bags! No questions asked.” She began to shout at me.
“No, Mom. I
Where does it all start?
It was a bright and sunny morning. After I got up from bed, I finished my daily devotional and said my morning prayers. “Make me a channel of your peace…where there is hatred, let me bring your love...” kept playing inside my head as I was about to get ready for the day.
As I went down to the kitchen, I sensed that our house was awfully and unusually quiet. I couldn’t figure out why. Oh well… I turned on the television to check if there’s anything interesting to watch.
I chanced upon Channel 5 where reporters have flocked to the area where a middle-aged man was lying dead, shot by an anonymous criminal.
“Live from the crime scene… the police just announced a nationwide search for this heartless murderer on the loose…”
“In politics… the President has just granted pardon to a plunderer, who was proven guilty of stealing the people’s money…”
"Meanwhile, in Manila, the untoward incident shocked thousands of Glorietta shoppers. Different angles have been looked into to determine the root cause of this tragedy…”
I couldn’t take anymore of these bad news so I switched off the TV and went upstairs to read. On my way up, I figured that the reason why our country is in turmoil is because a lot of injustice has been done to our people and there’s no end to it if we just let the abuse continue. But if we act upon these injustices as one people, then there might be a chance that we achieve the peace we long for.
Just as I was about to open the door to my room, I heard a loud scream. It came from my parents’ bedroom. Before I could run to check, my mother stormed out of their bedroom, a mess and crying.
“Catherine, let’s leave this house. I can’t stand living with your father anymore,” was what she told me in between sobs.
“Why, Mom? What happened? What is it this time?” I asked her. I was really worried why she was crying so hard.
“I said, go pack your bags! No questions asked.” She began to shout at me.
“No, Mom. I