IT TAKES a village to bring in the catch for the day. Buoyed by shared hope, and simple dream, of each one having but enough from the sea’s blessings.
And maybe, just maybe, a little more for the selling. Or for some grains or bread bartered, that the meal at the family table be more filling.
Heave-ho, heave-ho, the net from the waters now emerging, anticipation ever growing
– Dashed dreams. Disbelieving. But no denying.
John 6:9 “… and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?”
For the miracle of loaves and fishes, now pining. Desperately so –
Walang himala. Ang himala ay nasa puso…nasa puso nating lahat. Tayo ang gumagawa ng mga himala.
Thus, the net is rolled again.
The village to strive, harder – with renewed hope – for another day. For as long as the sea is there – who knows, Christ may just walk on the waters again.
And “…they were not able to haul (the net) in for the multitude of fishes.”
The Word is kept. In times much worse, all for the better.
As, in the godly scheme of things, man lives not on fish alone.
La Paz, San Narciso, Zambales/6:31a.m. June 18, 2016.
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