It is the Sunday as I sit down to reflect the 30th and the last Christ.
It is the Sunday as I am spending another moment of my time in the United States.
It is the Sunday as I ran with John Ropar and Brittany Thompson in the Cuyahoga National Park for twelve miles starting at 7am.
It is the Sunday, the day we rest, stop going ahead, play with kids, and celebrate life.
It is the Sunday as my lord came and dwelt in me through the Eucharist.
It is the Sunday that reminds of the master of Sundays and all—Jesus Christ.
The Christ in me has been delighted in encountering Christ in others. The Christ in me is longing for other Christ coming out of fear, darkness, bitterness, incapacity, and guilt. The Christ in me recognizes there is a superb way to go deeper in spirituality, that is, being grateful. Grateful heart overcomes hardship, jealous, and boredom. Grateful heart celebrates life without reservation. Grateful heart is a way to get closer to God.
Jesus is my lord, my best friend, my master and my spouse. I breathe, move, and have my being because of Him.
Jesus is the Christ who is, who was, and is to come at the end of the ages.