By: Ely Lagajino
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for You are with me…Psalm 23: 4 (NKJV)
After the service, I insisted on the group to leave the place immediately before the drunken son would get out of the room.
As we walked home under the moonlight on single file; the family’s mother served as our guide; her daughter followedclosely; our preacher next, and then the ladies. I remained as the tail man constantly looking behind for any followers. Halfway through the trail, sure enough, the drunk son pursued us with a long bolo. I told the group to walk faster.
After whispering a prayer, I instantly planned to face the man and mislead him from following the group, so I walked slower.
I remembered six months ago, I received a medal in a city-wide marathon competition, so I was confident to lose him by circling into the rice field. I didn’t tell my companions of the impending danger so that the ladies won’t run into different directions or suddenly faint from terror.
When the man came closer, I stopped walking; he stopped too, and changed his course. When I changed my focus from left to right, the guy kept changing directions as well until I realized that when my shadow covered him, he moved to avoid it, as if playing “Patintero.”
Sensing that the ladies were already on the road, I changed my pace and ran the fastest race of my life. A drunk cannot run faster than a hungry security guard.
Finally, reaching the road, we bade goodbye to the mother and daughter. We left the place just in time before our antagonist hit the road. Nobody else knew about the incident as I silently sat in the backseat. I had no idea what happened to the drunk guy with the letter M on his palm, because this happened 40 years ago; but I’m sure Jesus used my secret shadow to save us.