Living my life as an altar boy

It has been 3 months since I retired as an altar boy, finally hitting the 1 decade mark of being in the society. The society has left me nothing less than fond memories and was a great stepping stone to knowing HIM so much more and that feeling and experience is so tangible and satisfying. Serving my last Mass in June, I felt as if I was that little primary 2 kid that was so filled with excitement and joy of being to stand on the sanctuary. Being able to be physically so close to HIM during the Mass is an honor and a privilege of mine. When I was in secondary schools, being an altar boy simply means a chance to look good on the sanctuary and seeing whether there are any chio bu-s (Pretty girls) in the congregation (You can ask Clem, Mervin, My bro or any present altars boy haha). Those was the life of being an altar boy for me, till I was in Secondary 3 and my eyes were slowly opened. I knew then from then on, what I feel, being an altar boy means to me. To present the Chalice and the Cruets to the priest (Being part of HIM), to break myself like Christ, to offer my services to HIM. Imagine a humble servant just listening to His Master and learning from Him. That is how being an altar boy means to me.



The message of this entry isn't to proof how important being an altar boy is, but to let all my dear brothers and sisters out there, how I've found Jesus through my journey as an altar boy and the experiences that are so tangible and strikes a chord in my heart each time I think of them.



Thank you, Lord

Praising you,

Joel