When I was a small kid, all my classmates called me Bugs Bunny. Because my two front teeth were extremely gigantic for my tiny face, I looked like a rabbit.
I hated my teeth then. I remember myself as a lonely seven-year-old boy, staring a the mirror one day. Studying those two thingamajigs hanging from my lips, I mournfully wondered whether I was really supposed to be a rabbit, but at the very last minute God changed His mind- He opted to make me into a boy, but using the spare parts of a bunny.
Even then, I had this unusually wild imagination. I pictured in my mind what happened in God’s factory in 1966, the day I was born.
“I think we have enough rabbits for today. Let’s make little boys this time…” shouted the Almighty to the assembly line….
“Yes, Your Majesty!” chirped the angels in blue overalls. Immediately, the winged creatures went to work joyfully. However, one angel missed putting away the last rabbit kit from the conveyor belt: Package #149, Extra large. So there it went, chugging along… unknowingly, angels connected me, piece by piece, and there I came out of the chute, a fully made little boy – with front teeth the size of dominoes.
So there. “Bugs Bunny! Bugs Bunny!” my classmates jeered.
To my relief though, after three or four years, they stopped calling me that name. Looking at the mirror again one day, I saw why: my face had grown large in age, and my teeth didn’t look as humungous anymore. Like magic, they fit nicely. God is wise! Imagine: if I didn’t have those twin towers protruding from my mouth as a kid but had a normal teeth that fit in
nicely with my tiny face, how would I now appear with this extra-large head of
mine and that set of pee-wee teeth?
I would have probably heard, “Donald Duck! Donald Duck!” for the rest of my life.
Yes, God is really wise.
Because at many times we don’t understand why things are big, small, or medium-sized in our life. Why life doesn’t fit. With sickness. Or money problems. Or relationships gone askew. Why does God allow this monstrosity in my life? This pain? why doesn’t He let my life fit? Doesn’t He care?
Oh, He does. Very much. In fact, that’s why He doesn’t make your life fit. So that you won’t ever be Donald Duck forever. Only Bugs Bunny. For a while.
Look at the mirror of God’s eyes.
And soon, you will see the big and small fit into your life.
Like magic.
THANK GOD: HE'S BOSS
-BO SANCHEZ
Gusto ko lang i-share itong isang kwento na nabasa ko sa isang libro na matagal nang nakatago sa aking cabinet.
Nakarelate ako dahil ang laki din ng frontal teeth ko, mula bata hanggang ngayon. Pero tanggap ko na ang sa kaso ko, at alam ko na ang tamang anggulo at pag-ngiti sa retrato.
Kidding aside, totoo eh. Ang ganda ng kwentong ito. Simple, pero para sa akin, malaking impact.
Hindi ko man siguro gusto yung sitwasyon ko ngayon, pwedeng sa mga susunod na araw, buwan o taon, maintindihan ko na kung bakit. Di bale nang "Bugs Bunny" ako ngayon, kaysa naman "Donald Duck" for the rest of my life.
I hated my teeth then. I remember myself as a lonely seven-year-old boy, staring a the mirror one day. Studying those two thingamajigs hanging from my lips, I mournfully wondered whether I was really supposed to be a rabbit, but at the very last minute God changed His mind- He opted to make me into a boy, but using the spare parts of a bunny.
Even then, I had this unusually wild imagination. I pictured in my mind what happened in God’s factory in 1966, the day I was born.
“I think we have enough rabbits for today. Let’s make little boys this time…” shouted the Almighty to the assembly line….
“Yes, Your Majesty!” chirped the angels in blue overalls. Immediately, the winged creatures went to work joyfully. However, one angel missed putting away the last rabbit kit from the conveyor belt: Package #149, Extra large. So there it went, chugging along… unknowingly, angels connected me, piece by piece, and there I came out of the chute, a fully made little boy – with front teeth the size of dominoes.
So there. “Bugs Bunny! Bugs Bunny!” my classmates jeered.
To my relief though, after three or four years, they stopped calling me that name. Looking at the mirror again one day, I saw why: my face had grown large in age, and my teeth didn’t look as humungous anymore. Like magic, they fit nicely. God is wise! Imagine: if I didn’t have those twin towers protruding from my mouth as a kid but had a normal teeth that fit in
nicely with my tiny face, how would I now appear with this extra-large head of
mine and that set of pee-wee teeth?
I would have probably heard, “Donald Duck! Donald Duck!” for the rest of my life.
Yes, God is really wise.
Because at many times we don’t understand why things are big, small, or medium-sized in our life. Why life doesn’t fit. With sickness. Or money problems. Or relationships gone askew. Why does God allow this monstrosity in my life? This pain? why doesn’t He let my life fit? Doesn’t He care?
Oh, He does. Very much. In fact, that’s why He doesn’t make your life fit. So that you won’t ever be Donald Duck forever. Only Bugs Bunny. For a while.
Look at the mirror of God’s eyes.
And soon, you will see the big and small fit into your life.
Like magic.
THANK GOD: HE'S BOSS
-BO SANCHEZ
Gusto ko lang i-share itong isang kwento na nabasa ko sa isang libro na matagal nang nakatago sa aking cabinet.
Nakarelate ako dahil ang laki din ng frontal teeth ko, mula bata hanggang ngayon. Pero tanggap ko na ang sa kaso ko, at alam ko na ang tamang anggulo at pag-ngiti sa retrato.
Kidding aside, totoo eh. Ang ganda ng kwentong ito. Simple, pero para sa akin, malaking impact.
Hindi ko man siguro gusto yung sitwasyon ko ngayon, pwedeng sa mga susunod na araw, buwan o taon, maintindihan ko na kung bakit. Di bale nang "Bugs Bunny" ako ngayon, kaysa naman "Donald Duck" for the rest of my life.
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