While I was cooking our late breakfast this morning, I heard the roaring sound of a helicopter. I looked outside and there it was slowly moving in the blue sky. Is it going to deliver some relief goods to a nearby town? Is it going to deliver a VIP somewhere nearby? I didn’t know.
I went back to the kitchen and as the roaring sound started to fade in the background, I remembered what we used to do as little kids in the town of Kibungan.
Everytime we hear a roaring sound of the helicopter, we would look up and locate where it was. And run toward the wide space at the back of the church where choppers used to land. While running, we would be shouting, “Umyakayo’s tinapay! Umyakayo’s tinapaay! Umyakayo’s tinapaaay!” (Give us some bread! Give us some breaad! Give us some breaaad!) The neighborhood would be filled by those words we were shouting at the top of our voices with passion and excitement. We were hopefuls!
Those running and shouting toward the direction of the helicopter were inspired by stories of our man-manong (older brothers). They would tell us, “Ammo yo ed idi, ad-adu di manlan-landing ed isdi Madagem. Yan enkami ilan. Yan mayat tan inumya da si tinapay. (You know, in the recent past, there were several helicopters landing there in Madagem. We would go and see. And it was good because they gave us some bread.) I didn’t know the veracity of the story but it seemed true because it wasn’t only me who heard the story, but also the other kids in the neighborhood did. Hence, everytime we hear those roaring sounds, the united move was to run and shout those precious words, “Umyakayo’s tinapay.” (Give us some bread!)
No fail. Everytime a roaring sound of a helicopter is heard, we would run and shout, “Umyakayo’s tinapay!” (Give us some bread!) We were consistent.
But the experience was consistent as well. Not a single one of those roaring helicopters would land. Never. None at all.
Yet everytime a roaring sound of a helicopter is heard, we would run and shout, “Umyakayo’s tinapay!” (Give us some bread!) At the top of our voices, with passion and excitement. We were hopefuls. (At least, until we knew better.)
And while I was serving the simple breakfast I prepared this morning, I saw an image of those little children running and shouting, with high hopes that they will receive bread from whoever is in that flying object. Even if they never experienced one before, they were still filled with hope, excitement, and expectation.
I paused. I thought, “Do we also have that hope, excitement, and expectation when we ask for something these days?”
“Do I have that hope, excitement, and expectation when I pray to the Father, ‘Give us this day our daily bread.’?”
I paused a little while and whispered, “Give us this day our daily bread.” That moment, I trusted. I hoped. I expected. I smiled with excitement.
This COVID19 Crisis Situation has disturbed us. It disrupted our normal routine, our work, our jobs, our businesses.
While we observe how Mother Earth is breathing these days (which I am thankful for), we also see the other side of the picture. Last night, I saw a Facebook post of someone raising funds for his friends who lost their source of income. Another post shared how he had to accept a much lower pay than usual for a project he was doing. Two weeks ago, I was told about someone on the other side of the world who had to move to another state because the restaurant they were working in closed down.
We are facing a crisis.
But in the midst of this crisis situation, may we still stay hopeful. Believing THAT THIS TOO SHALL PASS. That better days are coming.
And that as we go through this, we must grow through it. So we also take the time to equip ourselves. To learn new skills, to enhance what we already have, and to master what we do best. Still with hope, excitement, and expectation.
New days are coming. A new beginning is brewing.
Let us have what those innocent little children had. Let us run with excitement. Let us shout with hope and expectation. And as you whisper to pray to our Father, say it with all your heart…
“Our Father in heaven
Holy be your name
Your kingdom come
Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our sins
As we forgive those who sin against us
Do not bring us to the test
But deliver us from evil. Amen.”
“For Yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory now and forever. Amen.”
With a smile on your face and hope in your heart, whisper this, for you and for other people, “Umyakayo’s tinapay.”
The Lord you are praying to is not a helicopter by the way. He is a Father. He listens. He provides. He loves.