"Praise the Lord, who heals the brokenhearted."

This Sunday's psalm expresses how God takes care of his people. He heals their sickness, as well as their pains. I sang in the first mass at the Parish Cathedral this beautiful song.

I set the alarm on my phone at 5 am - an hour before the first mass. Although it beeped at 4:45 am, I opted to have the time extended by 10 minutes. I was the one alarmed because I woke up at exactly 6 am. So I pulled out the white polo and put on my pants, undershirt and white polo; and without having my at least my face washed, I rushed to the church, which is around a couple of kilometers away. I got their with the gates closed since at the time, the Angelus was prayed. Once the gate was opened, I hurriedly drove to the side of the church as I heard the commentator saying the introduction. I realized that it was our beloved Bishop Tonel, who would be celebrating the mass. It was around seconds that I approached and reached the organ and I played it for the entrance hymn. "Yes, I made it!" I told myself. I managed to have my self ready for the Responsorial Psalm, and Rodel, the cathedral's sacristan, accompanied me. The mass was on air, via a.m. radio, and it was heard all over the province.

God does not only heal our being brokenhearted but also our life's anxieties. We have the assurance of his comforting presence for as long as we call upon him.