Why do the sheep survive in the harshness of the desert, grazing on
the same ground with the lions?
Why do the doves fly in the same sky with the eagles?
Why do the dolphins swim in the same ocean with the sharks?
Why do the ants crawl on the same ground with the elephants?
Defenseless as they are, the sheep, the doves, the dolphins,
the ants are never exiled from their abodes: not clipped by the eagles' claws,
not stabbed by the dagger-teeth of the lion, not slashed by the
razor teeth of the shark, not trampled down by elephant's feet.
No, never are they terminated by the violent.
It is written in the law of nature that the meek, the armed-less,
the lovable, will forever live, in fact will increase in number.
The strong, the brutal, the armed will still be there,
but they can never crush, can never strike the decisive blow.
Surprisingly, they are few, becoming a queer species,
and if not protected by law they might perish.
The law of morality runs in the same vein as the law of nature:
that the meek, the caring, the humble, the peace-loving, the just,
the witness of the Gospel values will still survive
in the midst of the violent, brutal forces.
However small, however, humble the work we engage in to bring
about the values of the Gospel, we shall not be crushed.
A finger at the beads of the Rosary is far greater than the finger at the trigger of a gun.
A hand guiding a child's hand to make the sign of the cross
is far greater than the hand that touches the push-button of a missile.
The small, meek David had crushed the giant, armor-vested Goliath.
For the eternal learning was set before us the example of the
humblest act of the Nazarene at the cross, of the LAMB of God.
From the act a story is told again and again.
It is a story that the violent thrust of the spear
has not gone further than the skin of humanity;
it should not get beyond the sanctuary of the soul.
Christ is the greatest survivor of the thrust of violence.
If only I can unfold His story in my life, I hold the secret of survival.