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Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Faith Ignited
By Rock in Roll’in
It was the dawn of May 21. I was awakened by the blinding light of the fluorescent lamp and the steady stare of three pairs of eyes on the ceiling of that old rest house. For a moment, I wondered how unreactionary I was at the presence of the three geckos when I used to freak out at the sight of one reptile. As I checked on the time and the plight of my sleeping colleagues, I crawled out of bed, said a little prayer, and began throwing into my bag some necessities to bring.
It was indeed a beautiful Monday dawn, the day our five-day youth camp would commence and the day I planned to enroll myself as a senior student of this state university. I was more or less one hundred and five kilometers away from Dumaguete City that time, and a good Christian friend, who was also an officer of our youth church organization, offered me a lift back home so that I could prepare for the enrollment. We had a deal done weeks before that big day.
Everything was well-planned before we embarked. We gave instructions to the rest of the officers left behind and prayed for a good weather. I was pretty confident that everything will be fine. Everything. Except for one.
As the morning sun made its graceful entrance to meet and greet a Monday anew, our travel was as smooth as silk on the asphalted road. Though both of us were in a ‘sticky situation’, literally, (since we skipped taking a bath before leaving the venue) and were almost hungry for breakfast, we managed to have short conversations once in a while and filled the car’s atmosphere with gibberish talks. But still, my main concern was what lies ahead, what awaits me when I arrive home. I may not look fresh, but my father’s voice over the phone the night before was as fresh as a newly-picked orange in a tree.
“Ging, have you prayed for your enrollment?” He meant the money intended for my enrollment. (He had told me months ago that he could not assure me of an amount for my senior year education. We were also struggling with our finances during that time because of my summer classes.)
I quickly sensed what was going on. Either God has already answered my prayers or has delayed it for some more hours, I was certain that I could be enrolled the next day.
“Today,” I thought, “I will be going home empty-handed and without the full assurance that I will be enrolled. But I am happy and excited for I know that I am rich in faith and hope that God has answered my prayers. I have prayed to God for the nth time that He shall provide my needs for my enrollment, according to what has been said in Philippians 4:19. But my God shall supply all your needs according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”
After a very quick drive of one hour and a half, I shut the door of the car and said goodbye to my friend who also made earlier plans of having himself enrolled at the neighboring university. I was welcomed with a smile by my mother as she kissed me. She told me she missed me.
I did not immediately ask for the tuition from my father, neither asked my mother about it. I wanted to prolong the thrill that I was feeling inside – the thrill of an answered prayer. I just uttered from time to time, “Oh Lord, help me accept the news with a grateful heart.”
Then my father called me, saying, “Ging, I have something to tell you.”
I looked at my mother who was standing beside him that time and she gave me a frown. I turned back to my father and I could not read his countenance.
“Okay, this is starting to give me goosies,” I thought.
He started opening his mouth and told a story. I gave a half-smile and a lazy stare at both of them and started turning pale.
“Could you please get to the bottom of this already?” I thought again.
And suddenly, out of the blue, my father fished a very small brown envelope from his pocket, about 5 centimeters wide and 7 centimeters long. I did not even know how he ended his story. I was so pre-occupied with the brown envelope. That thing seemed to sparkle, just like that of the cartoon shows I used to see on Disney and Cartoon Network, with a hushing, almost screaming, tinkling sound of glory along with it.
My father handed it to me with a grin. My mother said nothing. She only gave me another big hug.
“Ging, you can now enroll. God answered our prayers. And congratulations kay 4th year na ka.”
“Pakuyaw kaayo ka Tay. Kaingon ko’g di na ko ka eskwela,” I blurted in excitement.
“Ah madahan? Naa kay Ginoo. Di g’yud ka Niya pasagdan,” he answered.
I did not ask for more questions. I just heaved a sigh of relief and thanked them both. My God is an awesome God indeed.
To cut it short, I was enrolled on that same day and it took me just half a day to do it. Later that afternoon, my friend and I went back to Basay with his family and another youth camp officer. I knew by that time that my business in NORSU was over. Hence, I have to face my responsibilities for another event, all for God’s glory.
I could only stand amazed on how God continues to sustain my needs. The time I made my first tiny steps into my first classroom in kindergarten until today that I am almost nearing the finish line, He has never failed to prove how rich and gracious He is. Until today, I am living under His mercy and grace, and until today, I claim His promise. “And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.” Matthew 21:22
Rock in Roll’in is a Baptist, and a member of one of the organizations here in NORSU. She is currently in her senior year.
It was the dawn of May 21. I was awakened by the blinding light of the fluorescent lamp and the steady stare of three pairs of eyes on the ceiling of that old rest house. For a moment, I wondered how unreactionary I was at the presence of the three geckos when I used to freak out at the sight of one reptile. As I checked on the time and the plight of my sleeping colleagues, I crawled out of bed, said a little prayer, and began throwing into my bag some necessities to bring.
It was indeed a beautiful Monday dawn, the day our five-day youth camp would commence and the day I planned to enroll myself as a senior student of this state university. I was more or less one hundred and five kilometers away from Dumaguete City that time, and a good Christian friend, who was also an officer of our youth church organization, offered me a lift back home so that I could prepare for the enrollment. We had a deal done weeks before that big day.
Everything was well-planned before we embarked. We gave instructions to the rest of the officers left behind and prayed for a good weather. I was pretty confident that everything will be fine. Everything. Except for one.
As the morning sun made its graceful entrance to meet and greet a Monday anew, our travel was as smooth as silk on the asphalted road. Though both of us were in a ‘sticky situation’, literally, (since we skipped taking a bath before leaving the venue) and were almost hungry for breakfast, we managed to have short conversations once in a while and filled the car’s atmosphere with gibberish talks. But still, my main concern was what lies ahead, what awaits me when I arrive home. I may not look fresh, but my father’s voice over the phone the night before was as fresh as a newly-picked orange in a tree.
“Ging, have you prayed for your enrollment?” He meant the money intended for my enrollment. (He had told me months ago that he could not assure me of an amount for my senior year education. We were also struggling with our finances during that time because of my summer classes.)
I quickly sensed what was going on. Either God has already answered my prayers or has delayed it for some more hours, I was certain that I could be enrolled the next day.
“Today,” I thought, “I will be going home empty-handed and without the full assurance that I will be enrolled. But I am happy and excited for I know that I am rich in faith and hope that God has answered my prayers. I have prayed to God for the nth time that He shall provide my needs for my enrollment, according to what has been said in Philippians 4:19. But my God shall supply all your needs according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”
After a very quick drive of one hour and a half, I shut the door of the car and said goodbye to my friend who also made earlier plans of having himself enrolled at the neighboring university. I was welcomed with a smile by my mother as she kissed me. She told me she missed me.
I did not immediately ask for the tuition from my father, neither asked my mother about it. I wanted to prolong the thrill that I was feeling inside – the thrill of an answered prayer. I just uttered from time to time, “Oh Lord, help me accept the news with a grateful heart.”
Then my father called me, saying, “Ging, I have something to tell you.”
I looked at my mother who was standing beside him that time and she gave me a frown. I turned back to my father and I could not read his countenance.
“Okay, this is starting to give me goosies,” I thought.
He started opening his mouth and told a story. I gave a half-smile and a lazy stare at both of them and started turning pale.
“Could you please get to the bottom of this already?” I thought again.
And suddenly, out of the blue, my father fished a very small brown envelope from his pocket, about 5 centimeters wide and 7 centimeters long. I did not even know how he ended his story. I was so pre-occupied with the brown envelope. That thing seemed to sparkle, just like that of the cartoon shows I used to see on Disney and Cartoon Network, with a hushing, almost screaming, tinkling sound of glory along with it.
My father handed it to me with a grin. My mother said nothing. She only gave me another big hug.
“Ging, you can now enroll. God answered our prayers. And congratulations kay 4th year na ka.”
“Pakuyaw kaayo ka Tay. Kaingon ko’g di na ko ka eskwela,” I blurted in excitement.
“Ah madahan? Naa kay Ginoo. Di g’yud ka Niya pasagdan,” he answered.
I did not ask for more questions. I just heaved a sigh of relief and thanked them both. My God is an awesome God indeed.
To cut it short, I was enrolled on that same day and it took me just half a day to do it. Later that afternoon, my friend and I went back to Basay with his family and another youth camp officer. I knew by that time that my business in NORSU was over. Hence, I have to face my responsibilities for another event, all for God’s glory.
I could only stand amazed on how God continues to sustain my needs. The time I made my first tiny steps into my first classroom in kindergarten until today that I am almost nearing the finish line, He has never failed to prove how rich and gracious He is. Until today, I am living under His mercy and grace, and until today, I claim His promise. “And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.” Matthew 21:22
Rock in Roll’in is a Baptist, and a member of one of the organizations here in NORSU. She is currently in her senior year.
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Unexpected Farewell
By Rotten Egg
Hurrying impatiently, I almost slipped off my feet down in the staircase because of a text message saying that I can now avail my course T-shirt.
I directly entered the Information Technology Office to get the T-shirt. Unfortunately, I was not able to get one since the assigned personnel is still not around. I sent her a message for that matter but then she just told me to wait up for she had some things to attend to.
Half an hour had passed and she has not arrived yet. I got bored there so I opened the door slightly to see whose outside. I saw a beautiful girl wearing her P.E. uniform sitting beside the old IRS with phone on hand.
I looked at her earnestly and felt fascinated. She was so pretty and I felt an inexplicable sensation. Without hesitation, I sat beside her exerting fleeting glance, consciously aware of my movement.
“Kinsa diay imong gihulat miss?” I ask her politely. “Gainusara ra lage ka?” I felt my words getting stammered and stumble but I reacted calmly holding my feeling enthusiastically.
“Ahh, nagpalipas ra ko og oras diri.” She replied attentively. “Naa man me practice ron sa badminton din ganahan ra pud ko magtambay dri.”
“Ikaw gaunsa ka diri?” she queried.
“Ako? Ah! Gahulat ko sa akong course T-shirt wala man gud nako nakuha sauna.”
I almost cannot talk because I trembled with unnecessary hearth discomfort.
I asked her name and course. She is Janet, BS Geology as I could remember. After that I introduced myself simultaneously shaking our hands. My God, our hand entwined enticingly as I felt thousands of volt running through my spine. We look at each other feeling amazed.
From that very moment I have already caught her attention. It seems that we know each other that we do not even hesitate to partake our experience, life, achievements and other random things.
While the conversation was getting profound, she stood up to relieve her pain from lying almost a minute. Then, I convinced her to come with me in ITO’s office to wait and to have some cool air also.
“Og kasab-an ko?” she insited. “Din wala pud koy kaila dinha.”
“No! dili ka kasab-an ana,” I insisted enthusiastically to convince her, “besides I will just tell them that you are my special friend, ai! best friend!.”
She grinned secretly on what I have said but hiding her smile make me sense that she feels something for me too. I look at her eyes sincerely and with concerned so that she can feel that I can be counted and trusted. At this point she felt no hesitation at all.
I have convinced her, so we both went to ITO’s office. “Hala tsada lage dri,” I did not respond.
Hurrying impatiently, I almost slipped off my feet down in the staircase because of a text message saying that I can now avail my course T-shirt.
I directly entered the Information Technology Office to get the T-shirt. Unfortunately, I was not able to get one since the assigned personnel is still not around. I sent her a message for that matter but then she just told me to wait up for she had some things to attend to.
Half an hour had passed and she has not arrived yet. I got bored there so I opened the door slightly to see whose outside. I saw a beautiful girl wearing her P.E. uniform sitting beside the old IRS with phone on hand.
I looked at her earnestly and felt fascinated. She was so pretty and I felt an inexplicable sensation. Without hesitation, I sat beside her exerting fleeting glance, consciously aware of my movement.
“Kinsa diay imong gihulat miss?” I ask her politely. “Gainusara ra lage ka?” I felt my words getting stammered and stumble but I reacted calmly holding my feeling enthusiastically.
“Ahh, nagpalipas ra ko og oras diri.” She replied attentively. “Naa man me practice ron sa badminton din ganahan ra pud ko magtambay dri.”
“Ikaw gaunsa ka diri?” she queried.
“Ako? Ah! Gahulat ko sa akong course T-shirt wala man gud nako nakuha sauna.”
I almost cannot talk because I trembled with unnecessary hearth discomfort.
I asked her name and course. She is Janet, BS Geology as I could remember. After that I introduced myself simultaneously shaking our hands. My God, our hand entwined enticingly as I felt thousands of volt running through my spine. We look at each other feeling amazed.
From that very moment I have already caught her attention. It seems that we know each other that we do not even hesitate to partake our experience, life, achievements and other random things.
While the conversation was getting profound, she stood up to relieve her pain from lying almost a minute. Then, I convinced her to come with me in ITO’s office to wait and to have some cool air also.
“Og kasab-an ko?” she insited. “Din wala pud koy kaila dinha.”
“No! dili ka kasab-an ana,” I insisted enthusiastically to convince her, “besides I will just tell them that you are my special friend, ai! best friend!.”
She grinned secretly on what I have said but hiding her smile make me sense that she feels something for me too. I look at her eyes sincerely and with concerned so that she can feel that I can be counted and trusted. At this point she felt no hesitation at all.
I have convinced her, so we both went to ITO’s office. “Hala tsada lage dri,” I did not respond.
When we got inside the assigned person who will give course T-shirt to was not yet around.
We waited for a moment, refreshing from warmness. I looked at her standing, so I offered a sit.
We waited for a moment, refreshing from warmness. I looked at her standing, so I offered a sit.
“Ikaw diay, magtindog ra ka?”she asked.
“Okay ra ko, para imoha na,” I said modestly. I felt something significant when I hear those words.
I felt fascinated since I have done something great. She got her phone and played some games, she let me play too. We both enjoy playing. At that particular moment, I forgot the time and hoping that the time will not continue since we got our time valuable enough to make it worthwhile.
After I got my course T-shirt, we went out of the office. “Adto na ko kay hapit na ang time sa try-out namo sa badminton.” “I sige kay pauli na pod ko,” I replied. I almost touch her hand but I controlled as a sign of respect since we just met.
Deep inside I do not want her to go away since I started falling for her and I wanted us to know each other well. Leaving our momentous moment make me feel bad but still I really want her.
Before we got departed, I stated my last message “You know! I really enjoyed our conversation.”
“Hala ako pud, kita kita ra unya ta?” she replied.
But that meeting did not have a part two. I was so stupid not to ask her phone number. I still want her but I do not know where to find her.
These probably my one of the most unforgettable moment in NORSU, until now she still marked on my heart. It is probably a mysterious past that still wanted to portray the shadow of myself as a person who wants to meet her again.
P.S. Janet, in case you are reading this diary, I really want to see you again. Please contact me at 09057131422.
Rotten Egg is a second year BS Information Technology who loves to reminiscence his special moments in the university.
“Okay ra ko, para imoha na,” I said modestly. I felt something significant when I hear those words.
I felt fascinated since I have done something great. She got her phone and played some games, she let me play too. We both enjoy playing. At that particular moment, I forgot the time and hoping that the time will not continue since we got our time valuable enough to make it worthwhile.
After I got my course T-shirt, we went out of the office. “Adto na ko kay hapit na ang time sa try-out namo sa badminton.” “I sige kay pauli na pod ko,” I replied. I almost touch her hand but I controlled as a sign of respect since we just met.
Deep inside I do not want her to go away since I started falling for her and I wanted us to know each other well. Leaving our momentous moment make me feel bad but still I really want her.
Before we got departed, I stated my last message “You know! I really enjoyed our conversation.”
“Hala ako pud, kita kita ra unya ta?” she replied.
But that meeting did not have a part two. I was so stupid not to ask her phone number. I still want her but I do not know where to find her.
These probably my one of the most unforgettable moment in NORSU, until now she still marked on my heart. It is probably a mysterious past that still wanted to portray the shadow of myself as a person who wants to meet her again.
P.S. Janet, in case you are reading this diary, I really want to see you again. Please contact me at 09057131422.
Rotten Egg is a second year BS Information Technology who loves to reminiscence his special moments in the university.
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