Zabenthung Dominic

The morning air was cool, yet the woman’s skin burned with shame. She stood in the temple courtyard, surrounded by voices that thundered like a storm. Harsh hands had dragged her there, their grip tight, their faces set in stone.  She did not resist. What was the use? She had…

The sun was dipping low, the crowd was restless, and the disciples were anxious. Five thousand men – women and children not even counted – stood hungry in the wilderness, their eyes searching for hope. The need was great, the resources were scarce, and human logic whispered, It is impossible.…

Lord Jesus, as I sit with this Gospel, I imagine the quiet life of Mary suddenly interrupted by an angel. She was young, ordinary in the eyes of the world, yet chosen for something beyond imagination. Gabriel’s words must have been overwhelming. He spoke of God’s favor, of a child…

Beloved Jesus, You walked into the synagogue, stood before your people, and spoke the truth. They marveled at first, but then their hearts changed. How strange it is, Lord, that those who knew You best could not see who You truly were! They had seen You grow, heard Your laughter,…

The world is loud. It pulls, it rushes, it drowns the soul in an endless tide of noise. There is always something to do, somewhere to be, something to fix. And yet, in the midst of it all, there is a voice: not shouting, not demanding, but whispering with certainty: …

There’s something about the air after confession; it feels lighter, freer, like the weight of a thousand storms has been lifted. After this time of recollection, after staring my weaknesses in the face and surrendering them to God, I realize something beautiful: falling isn’t the end of the story. Rising…

The bell rings at the same hour.  The prayers are said in the same chapel.  The meals are taken at the same table.  The schedule repeats itself like an old song. Familiar, predictable, seemingly unchanging.  But within this rhythm, I have found a secret:  Monotony is not emptiness; it is…

Luke 6:36-38 Jesus, you ask me to be kind and forgiving, just like God. You have always been patient with me. When I make mistakes, you do not push me away. You help me start again. You never remind me of my past failures. You only want me to grow…