I thank God for another week that has passed and i'm looking forward to another month with more blessings and learning experiences to come. November seem to be just like a day ago and here we are now, on the last month of 2008, then another year would usher in. Time indeed is fleeting so fast and sometimes we are left on wondering what we have done or what we have accomplished for one whole year. I was actually previously planning to include on my post today, the chronology of events before we arrived here in Cebu as a way of remisniscing the past months, just so you can picture out our adventures but I was led to a different idea on what to write.
I want to share one of the anecdotes that our preacher, Pastor Ben, gave out a couple of weeks ago. It was the story of a sculptor who earned his living, chiseling images of saints, Jesus, Mary, and other biblical characters on wood. He's been known for his craft that every time he finishes a sculpture he made sure that he has his personal inscription on the foot of the image. The merchandise did prove to be marketable and of great quality considering his talent for the art. And soon he's been known in the community that every graven image that bears his insignia would easily recognize the maker of it. Then one time, the sculptor's daughter fell ill and was hospitalized. The father being so grieved could not bear seeing her daughter into so much pain. Helpless and hopeless that even the best doctors could not provide any solution, he was in despair. Then as he passed thru the corridor of the hospital he came across a chapel. Wanting refuge and comfort, he entered and followed the people lining towards a huge image clothed and adorned with golden ornaments and fine linen. People were praying round about. He stood at the footstool of the image and raised his face as if pleading for her daughter's life. He held himself from crying out loud but soon he finds himself embracing the image begging to spare her daughter's life. But as he opened his eyes and his sight fell on the graven image's feet, he saw a familiar engraving, his own inscription. With much displease, he realized that he was bowing down to a creation of his own; one that cannot see nor hear his pleas nor save him out of his trouble for it was he who made it.
"They bear him upon the shoulder, they carry him, and set him in his place, and he standeth; from his place shall he not remove: yea, one shall cry unto him, yet can he not answer, nor save him out of his trouble.""Isaiah 46:7
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