Rose Moss or Moss Rose or Portulaca. We stumbled upon a secluded, beautiful patch of rose moss at a nearby park last Sunday. These dainty little flowers were in full bloom under the bright morning sun, attracting many bees.
“For all people are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord endures forever.” 1 Pet 1:24-25 (NIV)
While we celebrate Chinese New Year today, we are reminded of our own dependence on God and the mortality of our lives.
One of the most meaningful times for me during this period of Lent is the Friday Masses, followed by the fourteen Stations of the Cross. The meditation for every Station of the Cross gives me a deep insight into the suffering and passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ as He climbed His Calvary.
His intense pain, His utter rejection and His immense sufferings and His crucifixion, just to save me – what have i done to deserve His Love? Nothing. Yet He would still willingly do it for me. And for all. By R