This is the song sang by Franciscus’ church pastor during the Collide. It was the first song of the night. The moment it was sang, God took hold of my emotions and the clutter that is in my life. God’s love ambush me again. It was the first time I’m hearing it and was so blessed by the reminder that God is so much bigger than the air I breathe.
My Glorious
Delirious
The world’s shaking with the love of God
Great and glorious, let the whole earth sing
And all you ever do is change the old for new
People we believe that
Chorus
God is bigger than the air I breathe
The world we’ll leave
God will save the day and all will say
My glorious!
Clouds are breaking, heaven’s come to earth
Hearts awakening let the church bells ring
And all you ever do is change the old for new
People we believe that
It’s a chilly evening. I was looking far into space by the window in my room, just looking at the stars and the sky and it seemed time has stood still. The day has been quiet. And as the cold winds brush through my skin, reality sink in that the towering lolo who I once knew as firm & stern but compassionate to his little darlings and who I got to learn the word ‘burikat’ is now gone. Sunday in fact gave me time to do something.
Mourn.
It was only now that I was able to think things through. My busy schedule last week did not allow time much less space to grieve over the loss of my tataylo. Perhaps, it was this reason that made me cancelled every invitation to go out. I recall I did not even find the opportunity to share the loss to those close to me except to a few. It sort of came unexpected. My hands were literally full. I was in a transition to a new job and fiesta sa bayan rehearsals kept me occupied. When I spoke to Mom, she was expecting my tataylo to have lived till his next birthday.
My mom confessed that taylo wanted her to visit him in Calabanga. But mom never had the chance. And now that chance is gone. Time just can’t be rewinded.
I phoned Boobie to check how things are going. He asked me hesitantly if I knew what happened already. I said I knew. I asked him how was he doing. He was doing fine he said. He added that he wasn’t that close to him. I thought otherwise in fact.
I remember the days when tataylo will cuddle Boobie who was a baby back then. Taylo will just plant kisses to Boobie on & on. He was really smiling wide.
Last news I heard is that everyone of taylo’s children are gathered for a rare time at our ancestral hometown in Calabanga while Manoy & I will are kept locked in Singapore getting our hands full again within the coming days.
Franciscus my badminton pal invited me a few months back for COLLIDE, a worship night at the Expo. Date was today in fact. I just got back actually.
Thing is a few hours earlier, though I was really decided to come, I started to feel half-hearted because no one was with me. I was alone. I wasn’t able to pull anyone at all. No one was available. Manoy doesn’t even want to go. I went anyway.
Well, good thing I did. Though I felt out of place during the early part of the concert (it was mostly Indonesians being organized by Indonesian churches in Singapore). I was actually in for a treat. It was not just some concert. It was a concert so good, I thought I was actually attending an international Christian band sensation. The songs were in fact not the ones I usually hear. They have a lady drummer too!
There were no chairs – only floors & open spaces & a small stage. It was sort of an intimate crowd – mostly youths (myself included).
What’s the most amazing about the concert was the praise & worship leader. He looked like a boy going to puberty but whow…….he sounded like Chris Tomlin especially when he sang ‘Indescribable’. Just brilliant. Incredibly talented. That kid was rocking the house with some 20 songs. He’s the best I have come across so far live. He has this double portion of everything from heaven. And he’s only 17! It’s a breathe of fresh air knowing that a youth out there is standing up as a good role model for this generation.
The way he moves and his ad-libs between songs really speak well of him as someone who has been doing it for many years!
Not even a moment or a trace of fear.
Franciscus’ church must be rocking!
Thanks dude!
I thank God that I was there. I was thinking God probably wanted me to come alone to just soak in His presence – just there by my self to be desperate for Him and not distracted at attending to someone on my side. In fact, I needed it. The preacher in fact prayed for me.
In a few days time, a new sound will be born. And it will fill the corners of our home.
A new life will be introduced to the world. A baby girl will breathe her share of air, take her space in the world and give a new reason to the life of my neighbor next door.
She will be welcomed but not everyone will be there. A big part of who she is will not grace her coming in.
I wish this baby girl many blessings. May you always find strength and be held in peace. May you walk with your head up high. May you you change history. Be the end.
Broken relationships seemed to surround me. I see them everywhere. I hear them. I know their stories. And it’s sad because things might have been perfect. In fact, better. Shame on my part because I stayed on the sidelines. I abandoned my duty. I was afraid to intervene. From where I came from, it’s not perfect either.
