September is the month every writer I know looks forward to.
This ninth month of the year holds two very important events: the Palanca Awards Night, where authors like me hobnob and celebrate with lovers of the printed word; and the Manila International Book Fair (MIBF), where my new books are launched, where I can buy all the books I saved for all year, and where I meet my readers up close.
These two grace events are a dream, magical almost.
September is all about excitement, joy, if not bliss. I spend all year wishing it would come sooner, counting the days when it will finally say, “I am here!”
But this year 2020, September is lost somewhere. It didn’t come; it is nowhere to be found.
In its place is the fear of being infected with the corona virus if we as much as left the safety of our home . . .
In its place are terrifying photos on the Net of people suffering from lack of transportation and means to buy a decent meal for their families. . .
In its place are rants on social media about an inept government . . .
In its place are curses and fake news about how great the government is. . .
In its place are requests for prayers for someone languishing in a hospital and needing blood to survive . . . .
In its place are lawmakers whose eschewed priorities at this critical time of life and death can make ordinary citizens puke in disgust . . .
I can't go on. My blood is curdling and my pulse is racing.
Where are you?
Will you ever come again?
“Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God!” Psalm 43:5 (NLT)
1 comment:
The world as we know it has drastically changed. I wonder where we're all being led to. With man, it may be a disaster, but with God, the best is still to come. Jesus holds our lives at the palm of His mighty hand. Maranatha, Lord!
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