Yesterday was a dark drizzly day. And it was cold - 10 degrees only. Everyone was wearing woollen clothes .... something we haven't done in 10 years!
I had to walk to work (2 km) carrying some 6 kgs of food to feed the poor. But the thought of walking up the hill on slippery stone roads was terribly depressing. But I had to go all the same. Luckily at the monastery gate, the usual gang of arab vendors had huddled to shade from the rain and cold wind. They kept dissuading me from walking - but I had no choice ... I had to go. So one of them with one leg (his leg was blown off in a bombing 7 years ago) offered to drive me there. Which was pretty decent of him. As a handicap driver, he gets to drive everywhere without impunity, so I finally reached my destination. He refused my offer of a little bakshish (tip) and said he was only doing a favour for a friend. So .... I do have muslim friends. Mind you I've got much more enemies ... waiting at every corner to exact revenge.
These few nights I've been thinking of my friends who have died ... Fr Piccirillo (there's a "in memoriam" lecture at the Swedish Centre tomorrow), Sr. Josephine (carmelite in Nazareth), James Lee my collaborator, Karen, D. Cavero, D. Jeaffreson, all my students like Anita ... and I did not know Fr Javier had died. I was thinking how futile, all those struggles, all those studies, all those diplomas and certificates ..... when you are lying on your deathbed .... where nothing can help you, nothing except faith, hope and love. Now that Fr Javier has died, how mysterious God's plans are .... Javier earned his doctorate only a couple of years ago, began a great teaching career, was director of the Spanish-speaking Bible centre in Jerusalem "Casa San Tiago", and Vicar General of his diocese. And then suddenly he suffered a stroke 5 days ago, brain haemmorrhage, and last night he died.
I'll be deep in thought the whole day.