Lent is finally coming to an end in 3 days. How swiftly 40 days had come, and soon gone like a thief in the night. This year however, Lent for me was slower than before because of my stumbles.

Tomorrow we celebrate the Lord’s Last Supper. During this simple Passover meal, Jesus took a basin of water and washed the feet of His disciples — even the one that betrayed Him. If given, could I wash the feet of others? Let alone the one that will be stained with my blood. Would you, me?

The Bible speaks to us differently every time we read it. Ashamed, the last time I read the Gospel was probably a few good years back, so I cannot really recall what did the last. But this time, I shall take it to heart. And truly, it breaks as much as it mends.

I look forward to being “Early” to Mass tomorrow *kiasuism alert* in hopes of getting a front seat to witness the washing of feet. For the past 5 years, no matter how early I thought I’ve reached, the church is always filled at the front. Making it difficult — with my height and everyone towering ahead — to have a good view of the humble act. Hopefully tomorrow I would be blessed *amen*

On the sidetrack, I’ve not put my foreign language effort to vain Yet. I’m still going strong and jotting notes as I listen to the lessons on my MuVo. Hopefully tomorrow I would be blessed *amen amen*

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