Away from the maddening crowd, halfway on the road to rustic Adams for a breather from the banal trappings of everyday life, we were suddenly shaken by a treacherous circumstance down a curve. The Land Cruiser was getting off-track, wobbly and utterly uncontrollable. The dad’s speedy-but-clear full instructions and Brandon’s presence of mind helped us make it to the curb unscathed and whole.
The rear right tire was almost disengaged. All the studs were missing.
Help came all the way from Laoag. We decided not to proceed as planned. We took the near mishap as a message from the angels — to slow down and observe Lent in the comfort of our humble abode.
I kept a distance from my keyboard for two days. I chose to stay in Alexa’s tiny room with the TV on. I watched The Seven Last Words and Charity Man. I realized that silence and peace could be found only in the quiet solitude of the heart.
This morning, news reached us — a brother of the mister passed away.
God moves in mysterious ways. His messages may not be direct… He makes you ponder, He makes you reflect, He makes you find out for yourself…
Life on Earth is temporary.
Revisiting the sacrifices of Jesus, and celebrating His Goodness and Greatness is the true spirit of the Season of Lent.