Seven Last Words

October 05, 2013

If Jesus had been our travel buddy, the following passages would have been His text messages, tweets or Facebook updates.

Or perhaps, He doesn't need to travel as He sees all of these from a distance. 


You made the snow-like clouds, deep blue ocean, zigzag rivers and land for men to live. I remember that on the seventh day, you rested when you saw how good your creation was. But look at that polluted stream to the ocean. Saddening. Ah, Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they’re doing. 


You may have to stay for a few tiresome, long days at sea, risking your safety for a meager earning for your family. But I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise.


Dear woman, here is your son. He climbed up the mountain to fetch a container of water. He placed it in his huge basket, positioned the basket's handle on his head, and endured the weight on his back. On his way home, he fell down the slope and cried at the wasted water.


They nailed my feet to the cross, just as this child is nailed to poverty. My God, my God, you didn't abandon him. Someone else did.


When the volcano erupted, they fled and fortunately survived. A couple of years later, they went back home, started farming in a land filled with lahar dust. In the place where they currently live, it's hot and the drinking water is scarce. They know what it means to say, "I am thirsty."


A couple of kids were swimming boisterously when they saw something interesting in the water. They called their father but he just instructed to leave it alone. However, when the man saw his kids continued to play with it, he grabbed the creature with his bare hands and bravely stripped the arms from its body. The jellyfish, hopeless and helpless, couldn't even say, "It is finished."



He sat at the church door, reading a torn newspaper. Smelly, dirty, mad. Nobody came near him. Nobody gave him a chair. Everyone thought it would be better to leave him alone. But he couldn't care less; after all, he wasn't in his senses. Father, may I entrust him into your hands?

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1 comments

  1. Swexie said...
    Very nice.. Are you home na Kikit? :)
    March 27, 2013 at 12:31 PM

    Tim Smithson said...
    Alluring and enticing.. Nice gud ang shot sa bata..
    March 27, 2013 at 1:20 PM

    totomai said...
    very reflective post Kit... great shots too
    March 29, 2013 at 10:44 PM

    Dash said...
    Writing and photography perfect combination...
    April 5, 2013 at 12:51 AM

    Mark said...
    I should have read this during Holy Week...
    Your words are piercing, Kikit!
    May 10, 2013 at 9:34 PM

    Unknown said...
    nice...
    June 9, 2013 at 8:25 PM

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