One particular story that I enjoy sharing to my friends is my I-stupidly-slipped-off-a-wet-tiled-floor experience. Here is how it goes.
It was a cloudy Sunday, I was outside playing with my two younger brothers. It was already twilight but because the next day was a school day, I wanted to make the most of the day’s time. There are only two days in a week when we can enjoy ourselves since during Monday to Friday we were too busy making assignments and reviewing. We have to sleep early and wake up early too. I was a third year high school back then. All work and no play makes a dull boy they say.
Suddenly, the rain begun pouring down. We hurriedly went inside our house. My mom was cooking, we chatted with her. It took me some time to realize that the rain must have entered the house because I haven’t closed the windows. It was my duty to close the windows.If that ain’t done I probably might be scolded. I went to our living room. I was about to close one set of jalousie when I felt the sudden pull of gravity. Then it happened so quick, my small butt landed on the floor. I tried to protect my upper body by placing my hands on both sides on the tiles but it slipped off too. What followed, I heard a loud kablag!and then another one!My head hit the edge of our center table before it landed on the floor. Gosh! Not just once but twice!
What I vividly remember is that I wasn’t concerned before of what I feel. It hurts, yes of course! However I was more worried of the possibility that my dad would find out I skid because I forgot to close the glass windows for the reason that I was playing endlessly, he’ll scold me (which was just my stupid thinking-my immature thought). So even though my head was hurting and I felt like its swimming, I stood up hurriedly(thank God, this time I did not slip off again) and I continued closing other open windows while massaging those parts which were badly aching—my butt and my head. After that I went back to the kitchen. No one noticed what had happened out there. I acted just fine but from time to time I was touching my head because it was really hurting. Imagine, it was like being hit on the head twice by a baseball batter.
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When I was young, my mom would always remind us not to play with fire(literally). I do not know why but to children the more you say don’t the more they’ll do it. I believe Wong (Pediatric Nursing) would say something about this. During the school-age stage, kids want to explore the world.
One day, I saw the melted candles collected by my late grandmother placed in a blue plastic bag. I told it to my younger brother. We then planned to melt it through fire and mold it so that a newly formed candle will be made which we can use during brownouts. Without informing our parents and grandma, we put the plan into action.
It was late in the afternoon when we finished collecting all the needed materials. We started making fire then placed three stones around it. We placed the melted candles in an empty can and set it on fire above the three stones. Minutes came to past and the solid candles started melting. We were so ecstatic! We were so excited to see the outcome of our experiment. After all the solid candles liquefied, we decided to put it out of fire. When my brother was about to place it in a flat surface, the improvised tong he was using got destroyed and the liquefied candle accidentally spilled out, most of it, to his left leg!Imagine that!A very hot melted candle burning your skin! And what I can clearly remember are the words my brother was uttering that time—he was mumbling “In Jesus Name, in Jesus Name” repeatedly imitating what my mom mutters whenever we got sick.
We were so anxious of what had happened to my brother. The supposed to be newly formed candle spilled out and worst it landed on his skin. Why, it should have jus dripped itself on the ground! If that candle could just have gotten some brains! What was I thinking then?Hmmm…Man, we’re all dead!
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I wasn’t aware that while I was busy enjoying the moment, the burglar/burglars had already taken up important things we had in our apartment. When I met my mom and kuya Jc outside the hall, my mom immediately asked where did I place the money she had given me (Before we went to PICC, she gave me my allowance in cold cash and the naïve me not expecting thieves to come, put it in my personal cabinet and locked it up).That was the time I found out we were robbed! So that is why she doesn’t look fine sometime a while back during that “thank you” thing. I never had the chance to have picture takings with my friends neither with my mom and cousin. We immediately rode a taxi and went home. Thanks to those intruders!
Upon reaching our apartment, I was really frightened. The house was a mess! All cabinets were opened and clothes were scattered everywhere. The door was force unlocked, the handle was gone. The allowance I had kept was taken with my radio-dvd player (gift of my mom on my 17th bday).Even the new under wears that were still unused were not left untouched by those wicked men.(What will they do with that by the way? wear it? Shucks!)
Who on earth could have done such outrageous thing? Why have they done that? We’ve done nothing unacceptable to them, I am pretty sure of it. My mind says, probably they did it out of poverty because they have to acquire their needs or else their family would die because of starvation. Other part of me answered, seriously? I don’t buy that! They chose to do wicked things just to feed their aching tummy on other’s expense! In their face! Why can’t they find a decent job out there just like what the street vendors are doing?If my parents can earn for a living uprightly, why can’t they? The money they had taken plus other things that were stolen were all fruits of hard labor!
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Our lips were made to worship God and share his words, not to spread rumors, not to say bad words, not to utter curse to enemies. Our hands were created to be lifted up high as a sign of surrendering our lives to God, to be used in helping the needy, not to slap someone, not to steal, not to kill. If the deaf and mutes find ways to praise and worship God, how much more can a hearer and a speaker do?
Are we waiting for the time for the heavens to shout before we start praising our God the proper way? Next Sunday, start opening those lips and sing praises to God, lift up those hands up high. Close those beautiful eyes so you won’t see what others are doing and you wouldn’t mind what others will say. Think, it is just between you and God.
Remember what the Bible says about praising, Luke 19:40 states, “I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”Man, don’t wait for the rocks to cry out, start worshiping God, in spirit and in truth!
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How do we spend every God given day? Most spend 8 hours working or studying, 6-8 hours for sleep, two hours for travel to work or school back and forth, one hour for taking a bath and fixing self and the rest of the hours are divided for cooking a meal, watching television, surfing the internet, calling a friend or relative, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, ironing clothes and to students, doing assignments or projects. With all these activities, it seems that 24 hours ain’t enough to finish it all for a day. The question is do we allocate a time to read our Bible and pray? The sad fact—we do spend more time brushing our teeth than communicating to our Creator. Sometimes, you just talk to God when you’re about to doze and because you were so dead tired you ended up sleeping on God not uttering yet your Amen. You woke up the next day trying to remember if you had finished praying last night. You are that busy that you can’t even say thank you for all the blessings you had received. Worst, if you’ll get used of not being used to pray. Imagine what could possibly happen to your soul. Jesus is our living water. Like a plant being deprived of H20, your Spirit will wither and eventually die. Take a long distance relationship for example, when there is no communication, the heart will grow weary and the used to be couple will call it quits thereafter. The relationship will die eventually.
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Talking to the Shepherd