Mom visited Uncle at the hospital this afternoon. He's getting worse; and the hospital wants him to get out without giving him any referral to any hospital for terminal patients. I usually get fed up with poverty at moments like this. Where is human dignity? Where is compassion. But when we only have limited resources, when the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer, we can only endure and try to survive.
Mom asked the TFS congregation to pray for Uncle. It's the first time she made such a request.
I am thinking about the Gospel reading of tomorrow. A blind man tells Jesus that he wants to see; and Jesus says his faith has saved him. What's faith? For one blind man getting back his sight, there are numerous others who remain visually impaired. How am I to understand Jesus' healing?
P.S. Uncle died this evening (25 Oct 2009). May he rest in peace.
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