As I was looking at the title of the crusade, I couldn't help but wonder.
Why would you call it the finest hours of encounter?
I couldn't stop thinking about it — on this thought I pondered.
With time, the thought grew stronger.
If you knew that today was your last day on earth,
would you have lived it differently?
Would you be okay with it,
or would you wish for another opportunity?
An opportunity to fulfill your destiny?
To rewrite your current story?
Are those the final hours in which you encounter your reality?
I now understand why Judas' final hours of encounter were tragic.
"Finest" does not necessarily mean dramatic.
It can be subtle —
an honest conversation, a shared silence,
a moment where intentions align, without defiance.
In stillness, in quiet sense,
it all starts to make sense.
The "finest hours" are when both sides are fully present —
listening, responding, and influencing one another.
When good meets evil, truth starts to unfold.
The encounter with Christ is incomparable to silver nor gold.
That's when I knew that the final hours of encounter
were never about the encounter itself.
The counteraction that occurs at that time,
the reflection of self —
reminds us that as Christians, we reflect Christ.
Therefore it's an encounter with the image
from which we were made.