How can we keep quiet? How did we keep quiet during the killings? How can we still live our lives wasting away with hands full of Your blessings, Father, we whine to You about our pitiful life, of not getting enough blessings from You, and even better, we complain to You about how You are not keeping peace in this world? How do we live this ungrateful lives when people on the other side of the globe are struggling even to just stay alive?

People say, “You are full contradictions, God!”

Are they those who cannot see that they themselves have created their own contradictions?

How can one group of people struggle to live for just another second and the other waste away their lives like it was nothing? How can life be grabbed onto so tightly at one moment and in another be led go of so easily without any attempt in treasuring it?  

You ask, “Are we so different from these people even though we all live on this Earth, on this very same soil?”

We are not any different from these people. Our veins run the same blood.

You ask, “What can we do for these people with our little hands?”

Oh there is, there is…there is one very little thing that we can at least do for these people.

Thank the Father for He has given us the chance to live. Thank Him and praise Him, for He has blessed us with such good lives.

Do we even have the right to complain?  

As our Christ said on His way to the Calvary, “…do not weep for me; weep for yourselves and for your children. For the time will come when you will say, ‘Blessed are the barren women, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed!’ Then “‘they will say to the mountains, “Fall on us!” and to the hills, “Cover us!”’ For if men do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?”

I am guilty, guilty that I am...

How often have we cried out unfairness when we see others who are somehow more blessed than we are, and how often do we cry out for those who are not blessed because we are blessed?