In classical Greek mythology, Pandora was the first woman on Earth. Inatasan ni Zeus si Hephaestus to create her using water and earth. Binigyan siya ng mga diyoses ng mga handog. Dinamitan siya ni Athena, Aphrodite gave her beauty, biniyayaan siya ni Apollo ng kakayahan sa musika and Hermes gave her the gift of speech.
Nang si Prometheus ay nangulimbat ng apoy mula sa langit, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Binigyan si Pandora ng gift sa kasal ng isang magandang kahon (jar is more apt description) at may kautusan na huwag bubuksan kahit anong mangyari. Impelled by her curiosity (again, given to her by the gods), Pandora opened it and all evil contained therein escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the container, but the whole contents had escaped, except for one thing that lay at the bottom – ang espiritu ng Pag-asa named Elpis. Pandora, deeply saddened by what she had done, feared she would have to face Zeus’ wrath, since she had failed her duty. However, Zeus did not punish Pandora because he knew this would happen.
Pandora’s box is a myth usually associated with evils coming out of the box. All of us forgets that at the bottom of the box is HOPE.
Ano ang kaugnayan ng kasaysayang ito sa ating paggunita ng kamatayan ng ating Panginoong Hesukristo? Ang Pag-asa na itinanim ng Panginoon sa ating puso, pag-asa ng kaligtasan at buhay na walang hanggan sa langit.
“Do not let yourselves be robbed of hope! Do not let hope be stolen! The hope that Jesus gives us.” – Pope Francis
Let the sacrifices of our Lord Jesus Christ be the hope to encourage us. At ano mang panahon, ito ay magsilbing panimula, bagong pag-asa.
Pag-asa na magdadala sa atin sa tunay na pamumuhay Kristiyano, palaganapin ang Kanyang mga Salita, gawin ang Kanyang mga Halimbawa at makaakay ng mga kaluluwa tungo sa Kanya.
Let this Hope be our tool to make a glaring difference in this world.
“My hope rests firm on Jesus Christ, He is my only plea. Though all the world should point and scorn, His ransom leaves me free;
My hope sustains me as I strive. And strain towards the goal; Though still I stumble into sin, His death paid for it all;
My hope provides me with a spur.To help me run this race: I know my tears will turn to joy. The day I see his face;
My hope is to be with my Lord, To know as I am known; To serve Him gladly all my days In praise before His throne. ” – Keith Getty and Richard Creighton