I was never a passionate Catholic at young age. Born a cradle Catholic, I never liked the early morning on Sunday for Catechism nor mass, which was seemingly boring for me.
I am 21 this year and a participant from School Of Witness 2017. I come from a family of seven, made up of my parents, three brothers and a sister.
Today is the 100th anniversary of the apparitions of Our Lady of Fatima. It is important that we celebrate these apparitions in the mind of the Church. Right from the outset, we must be clear that the main purpose of our celebration is not the apparitions themselves, but the message Our Lady has for us. Otherwise such pious celebrations can turn into superstition and also encourage a wrong attitude towards the Catholic Faith, especially for those who have a penchant for visions and apparitions.
It’s one of the toughest struggles, especially for a young person seeking to do the will of God in their lives, to adequately discern a religious vocation while desiring to date. I tried to walk that line in college and failed more than a few times, hurting several friends in the process.
I was born and grew up in a kampong in the Upper Serangoon Road area. In my time, it was a common practice for many families to be professing two different faiths and practise ancestral worship. This was what I faced in my growing up years.
“The Eucharist,” the Catechism says, “is the source and summit of Christian life.” And rightfully so! For in the Blessed Sacrament, we encounter Christ himself.
Truth be told, the answers came easily and quickly. I was reminded that I am very much a work in progress, and that there have been times when I’ve been a better vessel of joy. Times I can look back on and strive to replicate.
I married a wonderful woman. She’s beautiful, hilarious, generous, and incredibly strong. (I’ve watched her give birth. Trust me, she’s strong.) The longer I’m married to her, the more I realise how lucky I am to have her.
I used to have a close relationship with my mother. I remember coming home from school each day and sharing the events of my day while she was prepping food or doing laundry in the kitchen.