On Anzac Day every year – and especially this year – many people would want to be present at Anzac Cove in Gallipoli, Turkey. They so admire the qualities of those brave ANZAC soldiers, that they want to identify themselves with them by making the effort to be present at that place.


The same would apply to the many men and women who have walked the Kokoda Trail. They want to identify themselves with the courage and endurance of those prisoners. And they would want to become more like the ones they admire. 


On a different level, something similar to this is happening in kids who train hard for sport because of some sportsperson they look up to. Sportsmen and women serve as an inspiration to them. Kids want to be like them.


And so in my death I want to identify myself with my leader, Jesus my Lord. And I want to follow where He went. 


[TIME OUT] In case some of you, who don’t know me so well, could be tricked into thinking me to be holy, I myself have evidence – intimate, immediate and personal – to the contrary!  And that’s not false humility; it’s true. But in my death I want to be more like Jesus, so as to make up a little for the fact that in my life I have fallen so far short of Him!


The nature of melanoma itself makes it easier for me to identify with Him physically: “I bear in my body the marks of Jesus” (Galatians 6:17); “We are always carrying in our bodies the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus will be made visible” (2 Corinthians 4:10) It’s a kind-of blessing!


I thank God for this blessing. And I pray that the Lord would give me the grace to follow Him to the end.

- Fr Chris







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