Yesterday there were marches and clashes in the Al Aqsa mosque compound and Bab Hutta area between muslims and israeli soldiers. Chants can be heard from my room and explosions of stun grenades. This Friday could be potentially an explosive one as tensions have reached a new high.
Amidst all this, I had a very touching visit from an old nun from Lebanon, Sr. Sophie. Somewhere in her 80s, the little nun wept continuously as she recounted the sad situation of christian syrian refugees in Lebanon: of children scavenging for food in the streets, mothers abandoning babies, people dying from hunger and sickness. The situation is horrific for these refugees and Sr. Sophie tries to do her best to help them. I gave her whatever money I had in hand. It's the least we can do for our christian brothers and sisters who are suffering persecution in our northern region.
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| A sea of huge rose blooms at Notre Dame Centre |
It was a hectic start to the week that I'm still recovering from. Mondays are total and absolute nightmares ... this time I had to wake up at 3am for classes and working non-stop with classes till 11pm, finishing with a conference in Bethlehem to a group of religious on a study tour. It was 20 full hours without a meal and my asthma was killing me. Tuesday was just as bad ... woke up at 4am to prepare the church for a group's Way of the Cross in the early morning, then work till 9.30pm finishing with a talk to a Singaporean group. That was 17 and a half hours of work. The asthma was a little better but the diarrhea was bad. I clocked a total of 37 and a half hours of work in 2 days while suffering severe asthma and diarrhea. I think I need a break. Maybe give up teaching totally ... no longer have the strength or health to keep up with it. And resign all my jobs. And just lie in a coffin and wait to die. That's where my asthma is leading me to. A couple of those lovely roses from Notre Dame on my coffin would look nice.










