If you may have remembered, three Sundays ago, we heard Jesus inviting the disciples of John the Baptist to ‘come and see’ where he lives. Then on the following Sunday, we heard him again as he was walking along the sea of Galilee. This time he was inviting certain fishermen to follow him. And we heard the story, they left everything behind (their nets and even their father) and followed him. The disciples followed Jesus and they saw how Jesus observed the Sabbath day. Last Sunday, the gospel tells us that He went to the Synagogue and there he cured the man possessed by an unclean spirit, in the presence of everyone. Today’s gospel is sort of a continuation of how Jesus spent his day. After the synagogue, he went out with his newly-made friends and even cured the illness of one of his friends’ mother-in-law. Then he attended to the crowds who came to him with all their sick and possessed and he cured ‘many.’ Then later on, early the next morning, he left the house and went off to a lonely place and prayed there.’
Some of us might have heard of Archbishop Oscar Romero of El Salvador. On the night of March 24, 1980, as he was saying a memorial Mass for a friend’s mother, he was shot through the heart by some ‘hired’ killers, because he was giving voice to the needs of the oppressed. The day before that he still preached his homily addressing the soldiers in his country, pleading them: “In the name of God, in the name of these suffering people whose cries rise to heaven more loudly each day, I implore you, I beg you, I order you: Stop the repression.”
I was just in my third grade when I realized I wanted to become a priest. But I kept it to myself because I’m afraid people would make fond of me if I’d tell them. I kept it to myself because my family is poor and I heard people’s talks that it is very expensive to become a priest. This childhood desire of mine had to be suppressed even more when my Father died. I come from the middle in the family of 11 but I am the eldest son. So being the big brother somehow, I had to stop my high school studies. I had to take on some of the big responsibilities left by my Father and assisted my mum in raising my younger siblings. I then started to lose hope that I’d become a priest. To enter the seminary one has to finish his high school studies, but I missed two years of it. Anyhow, God finds his way in to make his call even louder. He provided me another opportunity to realize my dream. The department of Education announced that those youth who have stopped schooling can undergo a certain examination and if lucky he/she would be accelerated through to the University. I took the exam. I was lucky. I got it. I skipped two years of my high school and was eligible to enrol in the Uni. To make the long story short, I entered the seminary, studied for 11 years and here I am now, a young priest working as an assistant in a certain Parish.