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I am God’s “Junior Partner”
Reflection #8
Junior. It means subordinate. A trainee. But it is better defined as a beginner. He is someone who is new or still young. Someone who had just began his journey into something. In basketball, “the juniors” is the game played by high school students. While “the seniors” is the game played by college students. Maybe they are called juniors for they are just starting to see the real game—may it be basketball, volleyball, chess and other sports. Maybe it is called juniors for this is the time we come out of our buds and blossom into beautiful flowers. I am God’s junior partner. I am just starting to be one of His partners. I am a junior.
Partner. It means an associate. A colleague. A co-worker. A partner is someone who helps you to accomplish work. He is someone who makes your tasks easier to finish. A partner gives you support—either moral support, financial support or bodily support. He is someone who helps you up when you feel down. He is someone who knows and is aware of your problems and does his best to resolve it for you. In the game of basketball—even other sports—supporters are considered partners. They boost up the team’s spirit and push the team’s confidence to the limit. They try to take off the frowns on the players’ faces and try to replace them with laughter and smiles. The team members, the coaching staff and even the technical group of the team are partners. Giving each other a lift when they are down. And as they say, life is like basketball.
If I look at it, it seems like God is actually my partner. It makes me feel He does all the work that a partner should have done. Yet, I am still called as one of His junior partners. Maybe, even in my own little ways, I have become truly one of His junior partners. Let me recall to you some of these memories.
We started having interactions with other sectors of our community sine grade 1. We have had visitors like senior citizens, street children and even visitors from indigenous tribes. Being one of those who are always asked to lead the prayer, I think I have become one of God’s partners. My short, simple prayers, hopefully, have given others the spark of being good Christians. I, hopefully, led them to a more beautiful life.
In school, we have times when we have sharing. Being the up front girl that I am, I try my best to be picked as one of those who will share. When I share, I try to be as truthful as possible. I tell my experiences with heart and with feelings. Often times, I share my experiences in the family, with my friends, in school and struggles of my Faith. Once, I even cried while sharing! Hopefully, those sharing have helped others with their lives. I hope my sharing have made me one of God’s partners.
But there is a certain time that I really felt that I am one of God’s junior partners. I had this friend. Actually, we were classmates from grades5 to 6. Let’s just call her Chesca. She was a very willful girl, She was liberated and she has the tendency to be moody. She’s a very gregarious girl. She stands up for what she wants and faces the consequences of her actions. But she also has the tendency to forget others’ feelings when she does things. She tends to be too intractable and does the things the way she wants it to be done—even if it is against others’ instructions.
Once, she left their home after some misunderstandings at their home. It happened at night, nearly midnight. She left their house with some of her most precious and needed things in a suitcase. She was unstoppable that even her mom can’t keep her from going away. I got the news via a call from her best friend in class. I was so surprised. How can she survive? Where will she go? Will she be safe with all the crimes happening here in the city? Will she be found again? Will she go back home? These were the questions that bothered me for a few minutes. Then, my cellular phone rang. It stopped.” One missed call” it said. I looked for the name of the one who called me, and yes, it was Chesca. I replied her back. It went something like: where are you now? Don’t you know everyone’s worried? Text back please. Are you safe? Is it really true you left home? Go home na. They’re waiting for you.
Then, she called. We talked over the phone. She was crying already and she was telling me what had happened. She said she’s not home. She was not in a friend’s house. She knew that she was near Luneta park. After letting her talk and let out her frustrations while I listened, I talked to her at a very serious tone. I told her of that these things she just did will cause a lot of trouble. I gave her advices. I told her that each problem has its resolutions. It’s just a matter of picking the right resolution or the wrong, one. I told her that her problem can be resolved in a better way—a way which can cause less trouble, stress, pain and suffering for everyone. I told her of God’s everlasting love, forgiveness and mercy. God would never leave her; I was like talking words of wisdom I never thought I could ever speak out. That time, I also considered myself as the one who I am talking to. I saw that I had also been like Chesca. I felt a little chill yet still I found myself happy after talking those kinds of words to Chesca.
I think I have helped Chesca realize her fault that night. I think I have made her a little more enlightened. I think and feel I helped her so much that she went back home with her mom. I think I have made a change in her life. I felt that time that I can be someone like Him, though I cannot match His powers.
That’s why I am called a junior partner. I may be small and young but through my own simple ways, I can be His partner. I can let out the message He wants His people to know—that He loves them. I am a junior partner. I am just starting to be one of His partners. I am still learning the ropes of how to be a true and advocated partner. Soon, I will grow and get better and graduate from being a junior—and that time I can be a senior.
Just like in sports—after a player has completed his years playing in the team, he will leave and go to the other and more complex level—the seniors. After all his scored baskets that made the team won, the passes and assists he made to let his teammates achieve their goals and after giving the team his support and spirit, he will leave—in fact, everyone will. And he leaves the juniors with his name in the hearts of the people he have helped in that stage of life. And when he leaves the team, he feels the sense of accomplishment and happiness that would make him more ready to face the greater game of his life—the seniors. It is amazing how life can be like basketball.
Prayer:
Lord God, my Father, my Partner, thank You for giving me the chance to play this game we call life. Thank You for letting me be one of Your partners. Thank You for giving the chance to lift others’ spirits up. Thank You for letting me feel the sense of accomplishment and joy after I have helped others’ spirits up.
Forgive me, Father, when I have become too stubborn to obey Your will. Sorry if I have disappointed You when I refused my job of being Your partner.
Lord, give me the courage, the advocacy and the will that I may be a true and sincere partner of yours. Give me the spirit to lift others up to be able to lift myself up. Give me the helpfulness that I may give others the help they need to reach their goals. Father, these I ask in Jesus’ name, Amen.
Reflection #8
Junior. It means subordinate. A trainee. But it is better defined as a beginner. He is someone who is new or still young. Someone who had just began his journey into something. In basketball, “the juniors” is the game played by high school students. While “the seniors” is the game played by college students. Maybe they are called juniors for they are just starting to see the real game—may it be basketball, volleyball, chess and other sports. Maybe it is called juniors for this is the time we come out of our buds and blossom into beautiful flowers. I am God’s junior partner. I am just starting to be one of His partners. I am a junior.
Partner. It means an associate. A colleague. A co-worker. A partner is someone who helps you to accomplish work. He is someone who makes your tasks easier to finish. A partner gives you support—either moral support, financial support or bodily support. He is someone who helps you up when you feel down. He is someone who knows and is aware of your problems and does his best to resolve it for you. In the game of basketball—even other sports—supporters are considered partners. They boost up the team’s spirit and push the team’s confidence to the limit. They try to take off the frowns on the players’ faces and try to replace them with laughter and smiles. The team members, the coaching staff and even the technical group of the team are partners. Giving each other a lift when they are down. And as they say, life is like basketball.
If I look at it, it seems like God is actually my partner. It makes me feel He does all the work that a partner should have done. Yet, I am still called as one of His junior partners. Maybe, even in my own little ways, I have become truly one of His junior partners. Let me recall to you some of these memories.
We started having interactions with other sectors of our community sine grade 1. We have had visitors like senior citizens, street children and even visitors from indigenous tribes. Being one of those who are always asked to lead the prayer, I think I have become one of God’s partners. My short, simple prayers, hopefully, have given others the spark of being good Christians. I, hopefully, led them to a more beautiful life.
In school, we have times when we have sharing. Being the up front girl that I am, I try my best to be picked as one of those who will share. When I share, I try to be as truthful as possible. I tell my experiences with heart and with feelings. Often times, I share my experiences in the family, with my friends, in school and struggles of my Faith. Once, I even cried while sharing! Hopefully, those sharing have helped others with their lives. I hope my sharing have made me one of God’s partners.
But there is a certain time that I really felt that I am one of God’s junior partners. I had this friend. Actually, we were classmates from grades5 to 6. Let’s just call her Chesca. She was a very willful girl, She was liberated and she has the tendency to be moody. She’s a very gregarious girl. She stands up for what she wants and faces the consequences of her actions. But she also has the tendency to forget others’ feelings when she does things. She tends to be too intractable and does the things the way she wants it to be done—even if it is against others’ instructions.
Once, she left their home after some misunderstandings at their home. It happened at night, nearly midnight. She left their house with some of her most precious and needed things in a suitcase. She was unstoppable that even her mom can’t keep her from going away. I got the news via a call from her best friend in class. I was so surprised. How can she survive? Where will she go? Will she be safe with all the crimes happening here in the city? Will she be found again? Will she go back home? These were the questions that bothered me for a few minutes. Then, my cellular phone rang. It stopped.” One missed call” it said. I looked for the name of the one who called me, and yes, it was Chesca. I replied her back. It went something like: where are you now? Don’t you know everyone’s worried? Text back please. Are you safe? Is it really true you left home? Go home na. They’re waiting for you.
Then, she called. We talked over the phone. She was crying already and she was telling me what had happened. She said she’s not home. She was not in a friend’s house. She knew that she was near Luneta park. After letting her talk and let out her frustrations while I listened, I talked to her at a very serious tone. I told her of that these things she just did will cause a lot of trouble. I gave her advices. I told her that each problem has its resolutions. It’s just a matter of picking the right resolution or the wrong, one. I told her that her problem can be resolved in a better way—a way which can cause less trouble, stress, pain and suffering for everyone. I told her of God’s everlasting love, forgiveness and mercy. God would never leave her; I was like talking words of wisdom I never thought I could ever speak out. That time, I also considered myself as the one who I am talking to. I saw that I had also been like Chesca. I felt a little chill yet still I found myself happy after talking those kinds of words to Chesca.
I think I have helped Chesca realize her fault that night. I think I have made her a little more enlightened. I think and feel I helped her so much that she went back home with her mom. I think I have made a change in her life. I felt that time that I can be someone like Him, though I cannot match His powers.
That’s why I am called a junior partner. I may be small and young but through my own simple ways, I can be His partner. I can let out the message He wants His people to know—that He loves them. I am a junior partner. I am just starting to be one of His partners. I am still learning the ropes of how to be a true and advocated partner. Soon, I will grow and get better and graduate from being a junior—and that time I can be a senior.
Just like in sports—after a player has completed his years playing in the team, he will leave and go to the other and more complex level—the seniors. After all his scored baskets that made the team won, the passes and assists he made to let his teammates achieve their goals and after giving the team his support and spirit, he will leave—in fact, everyone will. And he leaves the juniors with his name in the hearts of the people he have helped in that stage of life. And when he leaves the team, he feels the sense of accomplishment and happiness that would make him more ready to face the greater game of his life—the seniors. It is amazing how life can be like basketball.
Prayer:
Lord God, my Father, my Partner, thank You for giving me the chance to play this game we call life. Thank You for letting me be one of Your partners. Thank You for giving the chance to lift others’ spirits up. Thank You for letting me feel the sense of accomplishment and joy after I have helped others’ spirits up.
Forgive me, Father, when I have become too stubborn to obey Your will. Sorry if I have disappointed You when I refused my job of being Your partner.
Lord, give me the courage, the advocacy and the will that I may be a true and sincere partner of yours. Give me the spirit to lift others up to be able to lift myself up. Give me the helpfulness that I may give others the help they need to reach their goals. Father, these I ask in Jesus’ name, Amen.
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