Thanksgiving

Well, this is the all-American week. Food, football, shopping--Thanksgiving.

But I'm not really here to talk about that.

Last Sunday was one of my favorite feast days in the church: The Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe. Don't close the page just yet!

Let me tell you why I love this feast day. We celebrate it as the last Sunday of the liturgical year and it's that one day when we just stand in awe of Christ as well---THE KING OF THE UNIVERSE, in all his majesty and power, true to his being GOD. It's a day to reflect on how (almost terrifyingly) powerful and mighty He is, a day to do this:

because our God is an awesome God. A day that reminds us that He will come again in glory and it's going to be UH-MAZE-ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING.

But, I always find this day a rather humbling one for me, and that's the reason why I want to link it to Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is supposed to be a day of--err----giving thanks. This has been a rough year, to say the least, especially in the last four months or so. But I'm not here to complain, at least not today.

Now, when I take into account all the good things that have happened to me, not just this year but my whole life, I am rendered speechless. That the King of Kings, the God of the Universe, the Alpha and Omega, has bothered in his greatness to look down on me, who am nothing, and give me all that I have, leaves me breathless. I have a precious family, I have health, I was allowed to have an education, and I have not gone hungry or homeless for one day of my life. Moreover, He graciously allowed me to come here, to this country, out of a complete unnecessary whim, to continue studying, to meet some of the most wonderful people I've met in my life, and to have a shot at growing up (about time). All this coming from the Guy who has a whole infinite universe to worry about.

AND YET

Having all the power, all the glory, all the might, He chose to become a man in order to save me from my own inequity, imperfections, ugliness. He decided to make himself known to me so that I could discover how much He loved me and so that my heart could find in Him the love it so incandescently wished to give. He died in the most humiliating, horrendously slow death possible so that I could live, and He humbled himself to the point of becoming a piece of bread so that we could be united physically, mentally, and spiritually. The King made flesh, the flesh made bread. How can I not stand in awe?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7qLNDGTm-E

Things are not easy nowadays. I'm struggling more than I dare to admit, particularly with adapting to school mode. But knowing that Jesus, God incarnate, knows me, cares for me, and loves me unconditionally is such a relief. If I fail at this, He will still love me. If I succeed, it will all be because of Him. I am not even close to perfection, as this blog can attest, but I like to think that after many many attempts by Jesus to shatter my blindness and break my stubbornness, I can see this truth clearly.

Thank you, Lord.