Love is patient, love is kind...

Unlike the NYPress which jokes about the Pope's health (see Drudge: I refuse to link to them), the Manila Bulletin has this article:
"What should the Pope’s suffering tell us? Several things, said Mr. Novak. He is telling us it is important in an age like ours to honor the suffering of the old and the infirm. He wants us to know they have a place in life and a purpose. He not only says this; he lives it. He was an actor as a youth; he teaches by doing and showing, by being. His suffering is a drama he is living out quite deliberately. John Paul stands for life, for all of life. He wants to honor what the world does not honor....Many of us may be spared by the mercy of God the excruciating pains that the Pope and others suffering from similar illnesses have to offer up. But all of us can carry the Cross of Christ through voluntary mortifications or acts of self-denial, completely indispensable to the imitation of Christ.

Can you imagine the NYTimes telling us that Christians believe in the cross of Christ?

And here is another Editorial...

Barrio Breeze Juan Flavier
The parable of love’s definition THE farmer sat on the upturned wooden mortar in the front yard. His left foot dangled on the ground. His right foot rested on the mortar with his bended knee supporting his chin. Both hands manipulated a fishing net being repaired of holes. His 12-year-old son sat on a small stool beside him. His position approximated his father’s except the boy whittled a piece of guava wood forming a turumpo (top). As the top began to form, the boy blurted out, "This toy top is in the form of a heart. I know what a top is. The heart has the same shape but, come to think of it, I do not know exactly what love is!" The father smiled knowingly and responded, "I do not know either but my grandfather once told me this account. An angel was sent to find out how the world defined love. "The angel went to the sea and asked the question. The sea answered that love was the river sending water. "The angel visited the shore and inquired of the definition of love. The shore said love was the tide that rose and fell each day. "The angel soared to the mountain and queried the imposing peak. The mountain replied that love is the multitude of stars that shone at night. "The angel stopped by the trees to find out their thoughts about love. One responded that love was the wind that swayed them to and fro. "The angel turned to the ricefield and asked what love was. The grains answered that love was the gentle rains that nourished them. "The angel then asked the soul about love. The soul replied that love is the heart or anything that giveth is love. For love is sharing and sharing is love. And love is God. While God is love.