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Thursday, 29 June 2023

Feast of Sts. Peter & Paul (29th June 2023)



For the times we have failed to know you intimately, Lord, have mercy...
Having failed to know you intimately, for the times we have failed to love you ardently, Christ, have mercy...
Having failed to love you ardently, for the times we have failed to follow you very closely, Lord, have mercy...

Reading 1, Acts 12:1-11
Responsorial Psalm, Psalms 34:2-3, 4-5, 6-7, 8-9
Gospel, Matthew 16:13-19
Reading 2, Second Timothy 4:6-8, 17-18

My dear sisters and brothers,

In his spiritual Exercises, St. Ignatius of Loyola, the founder of the Jesuits makes it clear the aim of the Spiritual Exercises.

In the Sp. Ex. #104 he writes: Grace to be obtained is to know Christ intimately, so that I may love him ardently, and follow him very closely.

So my actual response (bodily/physical) response to Christ is preceded by my emotional (heart) response which is originated by my personal knowledge (head) of the person of Christ… 

Today, as we celebrate the feast of the Saints Peter and Paul, we have two stalwarts before us who have had a very personal knowledge of the person of Christ and as a result, had loved him so ardently and followed him very closely all throughout their lives in all they were and did……

Speaking of Peter, he knew the person of Christ all throughout his life as a disciple…. It is right enough, in the Gospel text of today, Jesus inquires his disciples about their knowledge of him by asking the question, “But, you, who do you say that I am?” In answering Jesus’ question, it was Peter who, in his great proclamation, reveals the identity of Christ, of course through the power of the Holy Spirit, as the Messiah…

It is this knowledge of Christ that made Peter love Jesus fanatically, almost forgetting himself and forgetting what he says and does. We see Peter making a statement not to leave Jesus at his trials, but ends up running away and denying him three times after his arrestation….We see Peter jumping out of the boat upon seeing the risen Lord walking on the water toward him, and then starts doubting and consequently starts drowning in the water… We see Peter fearless to enter the tomb of the risen Christ but was fearfully inside the Upper Room with other disciples until he sees the risen Christ…

It is this Peter that Jesus called, the rock, to whom he gave the keys of the Church, to whom he said, "Take care of my sheep…."

After the resurrection of Christ, we see Peter fearless, proclaiming Christ to the Jews...As a consequence, he receives a death more or less similar to that of Jesus…It is he who is known as the Apostle of the Jews….

Then we have Paul…. When he was still known as Soul, he encountered Christ after his resurrection…He was persecuting and killing those who were known as the People of the Way, the followers of Christ… 

It is said that Paul persecuted and Killed Christians not because he didn’t believe in Christ… Rather, it was because he didn’t believe in the historical Christ who was born in a stable of a human woman, lived among us, and was crucified… In his understanding of Christ, he expected a Christ who would come in glory, in clouds, and in honor, and save mankind without being touched by any human limitation, pain, struggle, trial, and death, almost as a magical Messiah… That’s why he could not accept those who believed in the Christ crucified. So he was persecuting those whom he thought were false followers… 

It is this Soul, upon knowing the person of Christ, the love and the light of the risen Lord, and after his conversion, started proclaiming the very historical Christ to the far ends of the world…And Consequently, received a death not less painful than that of Peter's... And it is he who is known as the Apostle of the Gentles…

You, see…when we look at these two characters and God’s plan or the economy of salvation in the history of mankind, one thing becomes very clear…. God chose, as St. Paul himself says, what the world considers foolish to shame the wise... God chose what the world considers weak to shame the strong...And it is on them God founded the edifice of the church...

A church made up of weak human beings yet trying to be perfect; A church trying to be more inclusive of those who believe as well as those who do not by accepting the unity even in diversity and diversity in unity; A church challenged by the age and time, yet trying to be faithful to the person of Christ who not only lived and died with us, but also who was the first to be resurrected from the dead.  

As we celebrate the feast of these great saints, let’s ask ourselves, how much do we know Christ? 

After the examples of these two great stalwarts, St. Peter and Paul, who is Christ to me today, so that I may love him ardently and follow him very closely?

If St. Peter, as weak and faulty as he was, could have done so much, how much more should I be doing for Christ today?

If St. Paul, as irrational and cruel as he was, could have done so much, how much more should I be doing for Christ today?

Monday, 29 September 2014

ආදර ලොකු අම්මා!


කැත කුණු ඔබයි අත ගෑවේ අප හැමගේ
අම්මා ළගට ලොකු අම්මා ඔබ අපගේ 
අපෙ පින්තූරු දෙව් පාමුල, ඔබ යැද්දේ 
නිදුකින්, යහපතින් ඉන්නයි ඒ පැතුවේ

හැඩිදැඩිවුනු අප හැමගේ හොද දවසේ
සාරිපොට හපාගෙන ඔබ සතුටින් හැඬුවේ
අපි ලෙඩ දවසේ හෝ දුක්වූ ඒ දවසේ
චීත්තේ කදුළු, ඔබ දෙවියන්ටම කීවේ

මුහුදු හතක් හෝ කොච්චර දුර සිටියත් 
කල කී දෑ තුලින් දැණුනා ඔබෙ යැදුමන් 
ඔබ නැති අඩුව දැනේවි අපෙ හෙට දවසේ
දෙවි තුරුළට වෙලා යදින්න ඔබ ඒ දවසේ 

ග්‍රබ්‍රියෙල්, මිකායෙල්, රෆායෙල් ඳූතයෙනී
ඔබෙ මංඟළ දිනේ ඈ ගෙන යන්න ගියේ
දෙව් මව් තුරුළෙ ඈ සැතපුන මේ දවසේ
සුරකැළ පිරිවරා ඈ අප දෙස බලනු දැනේ

අම්මට අම්මා, අප හැමගේ ලොකු අම්මා
බැහැ ඒ අඩුව පුරවන්නට කිසි දිනෙකා 
ඔබ ගිය දෙවිඳු මඟ අප හැම ය ලෙසිනා
දෙව් ළඟ ඉදන් යදින්න ආදර ලොකු අම්මා!

Thursday, 28 July 2011



D
ear friend,
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow;
And it reminds me of the yesteryears
I coped with you;
You filed me with little things
But they meant so much to me;
You didn’t teach me to write a master thesis
But you helped me to pen my life degree;
Honestly, I tell you
Sometimes I was late to understand you,
And so I failed to derive the best of you;
Though what you did was just a drop,
No one would have done it
In the way you did it,
Thus you are special to me;
Hope you would walk with me
Tomorrow’s journey,
As we both are on the same journey;
And so, I’ll not say “Good-Bye” to you
Instead, I bid you “Farewell”;
Heavenly Father
Listen to my prayer,
Keep my friend always
In your loving care...

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

















මිළිනව ගිය හිරු අවරට වැටිලා 
රත්වූ පොළොවේ මාවත් පිරිලා 
රතු කහ කොළ එළි ඳැල්වි නිවීලා 
පේළි සැදී රිය සක් පෙරලීලා

කොප්පර හංඳියෙ පාර කඩිසරයි 
රතු ඳැල්වෙන විට මදකට නිසලයි 
වයභට පෙරළෙන සක් සැම නවතියි 
ඇය අත පාමින් රිය ඳොර අයදියි

පහන් කණුවෙ හිඳ ඇගෙ ඳුක කියනවා 
වියරු දෙපය ඇගෙ මහ ගව් ගෙවනවා 
කොළ ඳැල්වී රිය තිරිංඟ බිඳෙනවා 
රතු ඳැල්වෙන තුරු ඇය ඉකි බිඳිනවා

රිය අතගාමින් දෙපා යඳින්නේ 
කිරි නේරුනමුත් දරු දුක දන්නේ 
රියතුළේ උනුහුම නැහැ ඇය දන්නේ 
ඇගේ ඳුක නොදැනිම රිය පෙරලෙන්නේ

Saturday, 24 September 2005

ඈ කවියකි
කඳුළු පිරිනු දෙනෙතින් යුතුව ඈ මේ ගයන්නේ
කඳුලින්ම ලියැවුනු ඇගේම ජීවන කවියයි
එත් ඒ අනුකම්පාව අපෙක්ෂාවෙන් නම් නොවෙයි
ඈ නීතියේ සරණ අයදින්නේද නැත
නමුත්ඈ දහමේ පිහිට පතයි
ඒ තිරිසන් වුන මනුෂ්‍යයත්වය
සැබෑ මිනිසත් බවක් ගන්නා තුරුයි
ඇගේ කවිය අසන්න
මේ කවිදාගේ කවියයි...

මව් දෙතනේ කිරි උරා බොන දා 
ඈ අහිංසකාවියකි;
බැළ මෙහෙවරට යටවී තම බාළවිය ගෙවන්නට ඌයෙන්
ඈ බාළ මෙහෙකාරියකි;
සිප්කිරි නොඋරාම මුළුතැන්ගෙයක මල්වරවන දා
ඈ දාසියකි;
සුදන වෙස්ගත් දුදන පිපාසෙක ගොදුර ඈ වූයෙන්
ඈ දූෂණය කරනු ලැබුවෙකි;
බිඳුනු පතිවත රැගෙන දෙමාපිය සරණ සොයන කල
ඈ එපා කරනලද දියණියකි;
විශ්වාසයක් නැති නමුදු යුග දිවියකට ප්‍රිය කළ සද
ඈ අපිරිසිඳු භර්ය්‍යාව්කි;
එරිය යුතුමුත් තම දෙතනේ කිරි නෝඑරෙනා දා  
ඈ අම්මා කෙනෙකි;
නොඉවසුම්, අසංවර, තිරිසන් ආළය එපා කී දා
ඈ වැන්දබුවකි;
පිටි කිරි වෙනුවට කොත්තමල්ලි දිය තම දූට පොවන අද 
ඈ මහමඟ හිගන්නියකි...

එත් තවමත් ඈ ගහැනියකි, වීර ගැහැනියකි
අගේ කවිය තවම ඉවර නොමත...

Monday, 16 May 2005

Be Grateful for Criticisms...



W
henever you do something good
With your intention so candid
This you should remember to do
Accept in return whatever comes to you

Wait not always for appreciations, never
For they are fewer and almost rare
For if you do then a loser you become
B'cos criticisms are usually banal

Be grateful for what you get
B'cos they are often life-lessons quite difficult 
'You are not perfect', is the truth they often teach
And it's always towards it, you continue to reach

Bear it always in mind that everybody is free 
To say or swallow what they believe 
Truth is only partial and judgments are erroneous
They lead to nothing but praises or criticisms

So have patience and grasp them well
All that they have got without fail
They indeed have things to convey 
If not many, at least 'who you're' they will surely say

Be grateful to God for giving you both
Naturally criticisms more, but praises arent none though
Success is when you remain faithful amidst them all
& that's the way to bring glory to Him you love the most    

Friday, 24 September 2004



When I am alone and fallen on my way
With tears, I fight my day,
I hear you say:
“Don’t cry, young man! Get up, I tell you!”

When I am sick and feeling weak
Fighting diseases, doctors can’t heal,
I hear you say:
“Son, you are free from your illness!”

When I am paralyzed on my way
That would end only in seeing your face,
I hear you say:
“Courage, my son! Do walk again!”

When I meet with wicked commands
Even though I walk in your path,
I hear you say:
“Deaf and dumb spirit, I order you,
Come out of the boy, and return never again!”

When my eyes are filled with darkness
“Jesus my saviour have pity on me”, I cry, 
Then I hear you say:
“What do you want me to do for you?
Your faith has given you the sight!”

When I am out and gone stray from your way
Roaming on my own sweet ways,
I hear you say:
“I do still want, come on my way!”

When given to worldly pleasures
I spend all in vain and leisure,
I hear you say:
“Get up, pick up nothing, and follow me!”

When my spirit is weary and low
And my faith fights to linger around you,
I hear you say:
“What you believe will be done for you!”

When I see your hands and legs 
Nailed outstretched for me on the Cross,
I hear you say,
“Stretch out your hands and serve me!” 

Friday, 3 September 2004

Jesus, You Teach Me...

Jesus,
You walk unendingly
             Teaching me to strengthen my paralyzed legs;
You work tirelessly
             Teaching me to stretch out my broken hands;
You bear a heavy burden
             Teaching me to rejuvenate my weary shoulders;
You undergo an excruciating pain
             Teaching me to wipe away my unending tears;
You hear harsh words
             Teaching me to open up my deaf ears;
You speak softly
             Teaching me to control my noisy mouth;
You think wisely
             Teaching me to censor my foolish thoughts;
You love tenderly
             Teaching me to break open my stony heart;
You listen patiently
             Teaching me to cast away my self-pride;
You accept courageously
             Teaching me to accept things I cannot change;
You live poorly
             Teaching me to give up my worry-making possessions;
You obey willingly
             Teaching me to shed aside my rebellious attitudes;
You die surrenderingly
                         Teaching me to die for my selfishness.