BLAST

By: Ely Lagajino

For My eyes are on all their ways; they are not hidden from My face, nor is their iniquity hidden from My eyes. Jeremiah 16:17 (NKJV)

Aside from the clay baby dynamite, I also prepared a small bottle of dynamite. We were supposed to sail in a banca (boat) to experience actual dynamite fishing. But my friends did not want to go with me because of yesterday’s incident. I reasoned out that failure serves as a stepping stone to success, but “I couldn’t do it alone without a partner to navigate the banca at that time when waves are bigger.”

Change of plans, “I’ll throw the dynamite in the river pool instead of going to the sea,” I said to myself. There was a carabao pool near the river where we brought our animals to rest and cool. The pool was round and big enough to accommodate twenty-five of them, full of water combined with mud. Beside the pool, a tree with big branches extended above the center of the water. “What a perfect place for my experiment,” I thought to myself.

I untied the beast’s rope from the post; in case of emergency, they could freely move. 

I climbed the tree toward the branch above the center of the pool, lit the wick, and shouted “Happy New Year” as I dropped the explosives. The dynamite blasted, with a loud “boom”!

The muddy water blasted upward; I suddenly looked like a mud man smelling like a beast. The carabaos seemed to celebrate the New Year too by running away. 

How could I explain to Uncle and the owners that the animals were gone, worst, if they were severely damaged? I searched for them in the grassy places, but none of them showed up. I thought for a while to cover up my fault.

Ignoring yesterday’s lesson created a more serious mistake. I cannot hide my faults, whether good or bad; God sees everything I do. I should have repented. (to be continued)

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