Reflection: The Little Cross That Stopped Me

Fr. Eseese 'Ace' Tui • July 13, 2026

Optional Memorial of Saint Henry


Brief Background:

St. Henry (972–1024) was the Holy Roman Emperor and is remembered as a ruler who sought to govern with justice, humility, and deep faith. Alongside his wife, St. Cunigunde, he dedicated himself to strengthening the Church, supporting monasteries, promoting education, and caring for the poor. Although he held great political power, Henry understood that true leadership meant serving God and His people. He is especially known for founding the Diocese of Bamberg in present-day Germany, which became a center of evangelization and Christian learning.


St. Henry is the patron saint of childless couples, rulers, political leaders, the disabled, and those rejected by religious communities (Oblates). His life reminds us that holiness is possible in every vocation, including public service and leadership, when authority is exercised with integrity, charity, and a sincere desire to do God's will.


REFLECTION:


I got my truck several months ago, and a few weeks later, my sister gave me two small crosses that could be attached to it. I thought they looked nice, so I placed one on each side near the front doors. Not long after that, I was driving to Chinatown to pick up some leis when a car suddenly cut right in front of me. I had to slam on my brakes. To make matters worse, the driver didn't even give the courtesy wave to apologize.


I was upset. We both stopped at the next traffic light, and I was just about ready to roll down my window and let her know exactly what I was thinking. As my hand reached for the window button, I noticed the small cross attached to my truck door. I even thought to myself, "What if she rolls down her window and says, 'Hi, Father!'" I couldn't help but laugh a little. But then I realized something more important. That cross wasn't there simply to decorate my truck. It was there to remind me who I belong to. Instead of yelling, I stayed quiet and offered a short prayer for her.


That experience came back to me as I prayed with today's reading from Isaiah.


God tells His people that He has grown tired of their sacrifices, festivals, and prayers. It almost sounds as if God is rejecting worship, but He isn't. The problem was not that they worshipped—it was that their worship never changed the way they lived. They honored God in the Temple but failed to honor Him in the way they treated others.


Isaiah reminds us that worship and justice belong together. Our time with God should shape the way we speak, the way we forgive, the way we treat our family, our coworkers, even the stranger who cuts us off in traffic. Otherwise, our worship remains only an external act.


Every time we come to Mass, we encounter Christ. The question is: does that encounter change us? Does it make us more patient, more compassionate, more merciful?


That little cross on my truck did exactly what it was meant to do. It wasn't just an ornament; it became a reminder that Christ should be the one guiding the person behind the wheel.



May the same be true for us. May the cross we wear, the prayers we pray, and the Eucharist we receive never remain only outward signs, but become a way of life. For true worship is not only what happens in church—it is how we live once we leave it.