Saturday, June 11, 2011

A prophet's dream: A steel box opens in the desert

Photo by Michael Hansen
[Blogger's Note: I have a friend by the name of Don Stewart, a non-Catholic minister, who dreamed about me some years ago that came to pass only this year. The following is his dream written in his own words. -Gio C. Tijano.] 

I was overwhelmed by this DREAM. 
I saw a sharply defined picture of a desert for miles and miles. I could see the dry, parched wasteland spotted with cacti and tumbleweeds. 
Further out in the desert were several broken-down cars in need of repair. The cars were parked outside a ramshackle, decaying house. There were signs of termites, insects and rotten wood around the edges. 
Outside of the house, it was as if I saw YOU, Brother [Gio], looking very discouraged.Then, I saw a mechanic with a tool box fixing the cars. 
I saw carpenters fixing the house. 
I saw a cart loaded down with food. 
As I watched, you looked around and didn't know quite what to do. 
Then I saw you take a shovel and start digging and there was a steel box that you could not open up. It was then that I saw a hand reaching down from the sky and opening up the steel box. 
Then I woke up. 
I must tell you what this Prophetic DREAM means, Brother [Gio]. IT IS VERY GOOD. 

[Blogger's Note: Please click this link for the fulfillment of this dream: -Gio.]

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

I, a complaining toy as Job!

Please, God, don't treat me as though I'm dead.
A corpse that cannot react to any stimulus. 
Though limited is my knowledge, I know I've had enough.
Time and again, You've said, "You have suffered long enough." 
And yet, I'm still suffering. 
You should, please, give me a lift -- if burdened is what You see in me. 
But You haven't. 
Why so, God, why so? 
Is this the lot of those You've given graces? 
Is being special synonymous to being cursed? 
But I'm cursed already -- in fact, piles of curses are upon me because of my ancestral sins. 
To the best I could, I've done whatever You say would release me from bondage. 
But You choose not to set me free. 
Or, is it how cursed my family is? 
But I should have been freed by now -- even from a curse or two! 
Or, is it You Who choose not to give me this freedom? 
Am I Your toy? 
Yes, You can do with me as You please. 
But -- please! -- I ain't as saintly as Therese of the Child was. 
She who gave herself to You as Your Own Toy. 
I, too, am Your toy -- but a complaining toy as Job!

Monday, June 6, 2011

'Rey' and kids: Casting fish nets at the wharf

Seasonal fruit vendor 'Rey' is ready to cast fish nets into the sea at the local wharf here for a night catch.

It's his second time to be photographed while casting nets at the wharf. 

Rey had his first picture taken by a journalist who published the photo at the local newspaper.

He was able to get hold of the newspaper, see the photo and read the caption -- but...

...Rey was a bit disheartened because the caption tells of his unsuccessful catch that night. It reads: 'God, be merciful! All this man got was garbage!'
But with me taking pictures of him this night is different!
With son and daughter and two kid neighbors helping to take entangled fishes from the nets, Rey is game to pose for pictures.

The catch! Fishes of different sizes and kinds!

Rey Jr. takes shelter from the coldness of the night in a docked wooden boat while taking a bite or two of the fish meat they have caught!