Shortly after Typhoon Yolanda left a trail of destruction
and despair along its path, a story started to make its rounds in Cebu. This is the
story.
An old beggar had approached a female devotee as she was on
her way out of the Sto Nino church.
He
told her that he had been without food for a long while and was hoping she
would be kind enough to spare some change so he could buy a piece of bread.
Taking pity on the old man, the devotee gave him more than he had
expected. The beggar thanked the devotee
profusely and disappeared into the crowd.
Weeks later, as the devotee was leaving her house for work,
she saw the old beggar sitting outside her gate. Surprised, she asked him how he knew where
she lived. He answered vaguely that his
being there was coincidental. He was in
the area and had just sat down to rest for awhile.
But before he went on his way, the beggar warned the devotee
of a great catastrophe that was soon to happen.
He advised her to pray and pray very hard for protection. He then slowly walked away. The devotee, although a bit perturbed, went
to work and immediately forgot about the warning. A couple of days passed before the
catastrophe happened one bright morning.
A magnitude 7 earthquake shook Cebu. The bell tower of the Sto Nino came crashing
down. But nothing could compare to the damage caused in nearby Bohol.
The devotee, now quite anxious, was grateful that no harm
had come to her and her family. She
intensified her devotion to the Sto Nino and spoke of her encounter with the
old beggar to all who would listen to her.
Days went by and strong after shocks could still be felt
when the devotee once again found the old beggar sitting outside her gate. Again, when asked why he was in the area, he
now, with great purpose, said that he had come to warn the devotee again to be
prepared for another calamity. The
beggar advised her to attend Holy mass
conducted in Latin in a particular church (note: sorry, I did not catch the name of the church but I understand that
there are some churches in Cebu that hold such
masses). The beggar then went on his
way. The devotee, meanwhile, was now
very worried.
A week after the beggar’s visit, Typhoon Yolanda came to
cause havoc on many Visayan provinces.
Desolate Road (Villaba, Leyte), picture courtesy of M |
But this is not the end of the story.
The day after the storm found the devotee and her family
sweeping the debris that collected on their front yard. As the devotee was carrying bags of debris to put out for the garbage
truck to pick up, she once again saw the old beggar standing near by. The devotee asked the beggar if she could
take a picture of him. You see, she had
been telling everyone who would listen to her about his predictions. She told the beggar that if she had a picture
of him, she would somehow have proof to her story. Then people would believe and start praying.
“Ayaw nalang ‘day. Kay dili makuha ang akong nawong sa
litrato.”, he responded. (Don’t bother Miss. My face will not appear in the picture.”)
Nevertheless, she ran back into the house to get her camera
and once back outside, took his picture.
He then went on to say, “Tungod kay dili ko kalimot sa imong
gibuhat sa ako, nibalik ko usab kay naa kung i-sulti sa imo. I-padayon
ang imong mga pangadgi sa Ginoo. Tambong
sad sa Latin na misa. Mao ra gyud ni ang
mapasalvar sa imo kay naa pa’y usa ka dakong trahedia mahitabo. Dako kaayo ning trahedia. Paghuman aning trahedia, usa nalang na isla
ang magpabilin. Mag andam gyud ’day.” (I have returned to tell you something else because I cannot forget what
you had done for me. Continue with your prayers to God. Attend mass said in
Latin. These will save you from an upcoming tragedy. A great tragedy. After the tragedy happens, only one island
will remain. You have to prepare.”)
”Adto na ko Inday. Hinumdomi ang
mga gi-inggon ko sa imo. Pangadgi sa Ginoo.” (I now must go. Remember all that I have told you. Pray to God.”)
When the old beggar had left, the devotee immediately
reviewed the digital picture she took of him. The screen on her camera was black. There was
no picture of the old beggar.
---------xoxoxox----------
A friend of mine, after hearing this story, immediately
called her mother. This friend relayed
the story to the mother. And the mother wisely responded, “Ay, nakabati na ko
anang estoria. Basta nay mga tragedia, mo gawas gyud nang mga estoria ug mga pasabot
nga angay magbantay sa unsay mahitabo. Karaan na ug dugay na na gi-sulti sa
Biblia. Muabot ang katapusan sa
kalibotan pero walay makaingon kung kanos-a ni mahitabo. Busa, kung naka-andam ka, dili ka anggay ma-hadlok.”
(Oh, I have heard that
story before. Usually when there is a
tragedy or calamity, these stories and warnings usually come out. This is old
as it is even mentioned in the Bible. The end of the world will happen
but no one knows when. Therefore, if you are prepared, then there is nothing to
fear.)
Amen.
--------xoxoxox-------
For a short while, like my friend, I was worried. My first thought was: What island will be left
behind?
But quickly, I realize that being preoccupied with the end of
the world robs us of living life now. So I choose to replace worries and anxieties
with the joy of waking up to a brand new day.
I choose to be grateful for the many opportunities to be able to do good. I choose to look at adversities as a way of
purification. By doing so, I hope to be
prepared when the end finally comes.
-----xoxoxox-----
While we prepare ourselves for the end, why not take some
time out to cook this joy of a dish my brother recently shared with me. Having heard so many stories about how
delicious it is, I recently gave it a try.
The verdict: the stories are true.
My Brother’s Easy-does-It Baked Chicken
1 ½ k of chicken parts
(legs and thighs are the best)
Half a head of garlic, minced
2 T soy sauce
Salt and pepper
1 large green bell pepper (or red or yellow), sliced
1 large onion, sliced
1 can of Campbell Cream of Mushroom Soup
1 can water
Sliced mushrooms, optional
Marinate the chicken with the soy sauce, garlic and salt and
pepper. Leave in the fridge overnight or
at least an hour before moving on to cook it.
Oil lightly a baking dish and arrange the sliced bell pepper
and onions.
Arrange the chicken pieces
on top. Bake in a 250- 275 degree oven
for 1 hour and 40 minutes. (Go and do
other chores)
Mix and heat up the soup with 1 can of water. Add the sliced mushrooms.
Remove the chicken from the oven and pour the mushroom soup
over it.
Return the chicken back into
the oven and finish off for another 20 minutes.
Make sure you have lots of steaming rice or crunchy bread to
go with the chicken. This dish is guaranteed to have you loosening your belt.
You have been warned.
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