The Holy week was perfect timing for rest, family bonding and strengthening of faith. The much awaited vacation started one week ahead with the arrival of Cheska, the daughter of a niece, one of my “apos (grandchildren)” who is growing to be an “apostolic” challenge made more interesting with her developing sense of humor and bent for reverse psychology. However, my serious case of colds with cough required that I was isolated per doctor’s orders, which made me miss writing the article for this column. As others started their vacation, I also had a vacation confined to quarters due to being sick. Cheska’s Lola, a medical doctor, was home and her presence was assuring enough to let nature take its course. While the family started enjoying the products of the kitchen, I also started with my medicine course.
Lying in bed face up is one good position to be reminded of the Heavenly Father and have the needed long conversation. Listening was made more loud and clear with the television turned off. Quiet time alone does give us time to reflect and encouraged to be grateful as we learn find joy in whatever circumstances.
I felt getting better as the soup and “lugaw” was becoming less tasty, the fruit diet was becoming bland and solid food become more attractive. However, recuperating from sickness is a good time to learn and continue with a healthier diet. The getting well was made complete waking up very early to go to the Easter Sunrise Service hosted by the UCCP Sibulan Church. The fellowship celebrated the resurrection of our Christ and ourselves with new mercies appropriately timed with the rising of the sun. We were encouraged to remember that the empty tomb can be related to our own lives as we have in some way to empty ourselves to be filled with the finer things in life that money cannot buy. What a time to be reminded and encouraged to continue steadily in our meaningful journey here on earth.
Let us end with an anecdote sent by Suzanne Deutsch to Reader’s Digest that rubs in the message of timing. Her boyfriend was not looking forward to getting an MRI. Having had several myself, I told him what to expect. “They’ll play music in the headphones. It’ll drown out the noise and take your mind off things.” As they rolled him into the MRI machine, Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” played: “ And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain…” He pointed out to the technician that the choice of music was less than appropriate. “Oh”, said the technician. “That’s why people have been looking at me strangely all day. Thanks!”*