The Daily Bread Connection

I must admit, that I was slackening lately. I realized more and more that I really got to learn how to manage my time. As busy as I was in this job, as I said before, it’s not as heavy as before. And yet, the cycle continues. My mind is cluttered with other people's souls and with it, God’s voice becomes dimmer and dimmer.

Last Sunday, as I was getting ready to go to church, the drama of my business life drew clouds on the sunny day. I was running late per usual, and I thought perhaps, my dad would be able to drop me to church. I saw him sitting on the living room reading newspaper. I asked nicely, and he gruffly said that he couldn’t, because he’s too tired. Now, if you know how my dad speaks, you would know how sometimes it hurts my feelings.

So I just walked away, thanking him and thinking perhaps this time is not the time for me to come early to church. My fault of course. I walked to the taxi stop in front of my condo. As my mood is turning sadder and sadder, a song came to mind. A friend told me on the previous night that I lost the joy. I thought he has a point there. And just like armed with an iPod, I started humming, "I got the joy… I got the peace of mind. Got the faith in the Holy Ghost that fills me everyday, I got the life… I got the melody… I got the word the Word of God, that sets me free…" I couldn’t even remember what goes before those lyrics, but it keep on replaying in my mind like a broken record.

There’s a guy waiting there and the look on the street was not very promising. No taxi around. The song kept on playing in my head. As I was contemplating of waiting for the taxi or waling toward the bus stop for a longer ride, another small still voice came to me… "Keep walking…" It’s soft and yet it’s as clear as though somebody is talking to me directly. I followed that voice. Perhaps God wanted me to do some quiet time on my bus journey.
Then I saw a taxi driving close to me. I didn’t flag him, because I know that the guy on the taxi stand wouldn’t be too happy. It’s tempting, but I let it go. Then another taxi came, this time I flagged it. The journey was nothing special, and I don’t think much about it until I saw a Daily Bread’s back cover on the driver’s dashboard. I asked him, "Are you a Christian too, uncle?" He was surprised a bit and started to look around his car, anything that would trigger my questioning. He didn’t put up anything that would show his faith. He said yes and he said, "How do you know?" I told him, "I saw your Daily Bread". We ended up talking about Christianity a bit and I don’t know about you, but being with another Christian giving you a sense of peace… and joy. The things that God do to make you happier. We blessed each other at the end of the ride.

You may think my experience is just some meaningless random chance, but I believe that there’s no such thing as coincidence in what happened to me that moment. I came to church with a happier disposition.