The all-female club I belonged to held an essay contest among high school students in all schools in Makati. I invited a writer friend, who also is a surgeon, to head the board of judges.
When he arrived at the venue, he whispered in my ear, Most of your friends got a nose job—from the same plastic surgeon.
I looked at my friends and indeed, they had the same shape of upturned noses, like they shared the same genes.
The process of altering one's facial (and body) imperfections have become a trend in recent years among moneyed people. No wonder all my co-members in that organization were svelte, pretty, and sported no eyebags nor arm flabs.
I mulled this over. And the image of a friend in church came to mind. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer over two years ago. Her right arm has tripled in size due to her mastectomy. Because of her arm's weight, her right shoulder droops.
On Sundays after the worship service, she walks like any healthy being to our Sunday School class. Often she volunteers to share her thoughts, “I thank God for loving me despite my frailties and imperfections.” What a beautiful woman she is!
The above is an excerpt from my book “Circle of Compassion” published by OMF Literature in 2013.
The beautiful woman I mentioned was Fely; she was called home by our Savior a few days ago. Her last three months in bed were a saga of agony—for her and her loved ones, who witnessed her untold physical pain.
“Why would a faithful woman of God, one who served Him with the best years of her life, be subjected to such suffering?” the question in our minds was tearfully verbalized by her only daughter.
This brings us back to Job, a faithful man of God, who suffered even more and asked “Why?” at every turn.
But at her wake and funeral, we were riveted to and inspired by one man—her husband, Pastor Ben. He personified peace, “peace that passeth understanding.”
Among everyone, he should have been the most bereaved. But among everyone, he showed us what grace is.
He demonstrated what living for Jesus should be. And it isn’t about bitterness or grief over earthly death.
Till we meet again, beautiful Fely.
“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the LORD. And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9 NLT