Whenever I watch kids playing without fear of falling down or bumping into things, I say that phrase—not as a wish but as a pause for gratitude. I am happy seeing young people’s energy and risky spirit.
As now a senior, I remember what my mom used to say (in Ilocano), old age is a blessing not bestowed on everyone. "Bold and daring" are two words I now avoid because the human body can no longer sponsor them.
And yet.
One Sunday, I was taken back to centuries ago when I stood as Ninang (principal sponsor) for little kids in a Dedication Ceremony. Huh?
One of my nieces (from a dear friend’s womb) came home for a vacation from the US with her husband and child, Gio, aged six. She and her husband opted to have Gio dedicated in our church (where she grew up and her parents’ sanctuary through the years).
When our pastor called for the principal sponsors, my niece’s mother tapped my shoulder. I didn’t have to think twice—what a privilege! I rushed to the altar and together with the pre-chosen young sponsors (son #3 among them), I witnessed the ceremony.
After our pastor had prayed for Gio and all those that surrounded him, I felt a soul-stirring blend of awe, wonder, and commitment. It was a "day of firsts” for Gio, marking a hopeful beginning for his spiritual journey.
At that point, I felt as though "bold and daring" came running back--not physically, but spiritually--after leaving the world of the young.
Acts 4:31, “And when they had prayed, the place in which they were gathered together was shaken, and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and continued to speak the word of God with boldness.”
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