It has been a long time since I last updated my blog. A friend of mine shared this and I cried. I can't get it out of my mind so I thought I'd share it with the world.
It just goes to show you, just because you call yourself a Christian or because you serve in church gives you the right to condemn other people. As a Christian you should be a follower of Christ who SAVES not condemn!.
> My Best Friend
> Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy
>who would follow this route to school everyday: He has to cross the
>rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are
>recklessly driving to and from.
> Once passed this highway, the boy would take a short cut by passing
>by the Church every morning just to say Hi to God, and faithfully say
>his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being
>watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in
>the morning, "Kamusta Andoy! Papasok ka na?" "Opo padre ..." he would
>flash his innocent grin, the priest would be touched. He was so
>concerned that one day he talked to Andoy, "From school...", he
>advised "Do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and
>I can accompany you to the other side of the
> road ... that way I can see that you are home safe ...." "Thank you
>father ..."
> "Why don't you go home ... do do you
> stay in this church right afterschool?" "I just want to say "Hi" to
>my friend, God," and the priest would leave the boy to spend time
>beside the altar, talking by himself, but he was hiding behind the
>altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his heavenly FATHER.
>"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat -
>although my seatmate is bullying me for notes ...
> I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I
>can eat is this cracker. Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who
>was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him
>...
> funny but I am not that
> hungry ... Look, this is my last pair of slippers ... I may have to
>walk barefooted next week ... you see this is about to be broken ...
>but it is okay ... at least I am still going to school
> ... some says we will have a hard
> season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going
>to school ... please help them get to school again, please God? ...
> Oh, you know, Inay
> had hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away,
>at least I still have a mother ... God, you want to see my bruises?
> I know you can heal
> them ... here... here and .... oh ... blood ... I guess you knew
>about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and
>she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she
>hits us ... Oh, I think I am in love ... there's this pretty girl in
>my class, her name is Anita ... do you think she will like me?
>Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be
>anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your
>birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you excited? I am! wait till
>you see, I have a gift for you .... but it
> is a surprise! I hope you will like it!
> Oooops, I have to go ..." then he stood up and calls out, "Padre,
>padre, I am finished talking to my friend ... you can accompany me to
>the other side of the road now" This routine happens everyday. Andoy
>never fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the people in
>his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in
>God, a very positive look at negative situations.
> One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in
>the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to
> 4 manangs who would
> chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would
>always find fault in what you do, they are also very well versed in
>cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their
>kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party,
>playfully dashed in, "Hello God!!!!! I " P----!!!!!
> (a curse) Bata ka!!!! Alam mo nang
> may nagdadasal!!!!! Alis!!!!!" Poor Andoy was so terrified, "where's
>Father Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the street .... and to
>be able to cross the street I will have to pass by the back door of
>this church ... not only that, I have to greet Jesus-it is His
>birthday, I have a gift right here ...." just as he was about to get
>the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him
>out of the church.
> "Susmaryosep!!! (does a sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata
>ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!!! So the boy had no choice but to cross
>the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. A
>fast moving bus came in.
> There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his
>shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on
>the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless
>young boy ...Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in pure white
> shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of
>tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms, He was crying.
>Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked, "excuse me sir,
>are you related to this child? Do you know this child?" The man in
>white, His face mourning and in agony, lifted up and answered, "He
>was my bestfriend ... "
> was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest
>of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart. He stood up and
>carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight. The crowd was
>curious ... On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking
>news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in
>white. He consulted the parents of Andoy.
> "How did you know that your son died?" "A man in white brought him
>here."
> sobbed the mother. "What did he say?" The father answered, "He did
>not say anything. He was mourning. We do not
> know him and yet he was very lonely at our son's death, as if he
>knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and
>unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled
>peacefully.
> He rubbed my son's hair way from his face and kissed him on his
>forehead, then he whispered something ..." "What did he say?" "He
>said to my boy ..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift ... I
>will see you soon ... you will be with me ..." and the father of the
>boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful... I
>cried, but I do not know why ....
> all I know is I cried
> in tears of joy ... I could not explain it father, but when that man
>left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love
>inside... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I knew my boy is in
>heaven now ... but ...
> tell me father, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your
>church, you should know because you are
> always there... except on the time of his death ..." Father Agaton
>suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he
>murmurred," ... He was talking to no one .... but .... GOD...." if
>you love this story, pls. pass this on to your friends, i just did!
>
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