I felt a sudden excitement after knowing that there is someone who’s interested in some life of a PK (Pastor’s Kid). My sister and I had this random plan to record some of our amazing experiences and struggles in life as a PK but can’t find a good reason to keep going… so to our happiness when Ptr. D had this study about us (and our likes), thus a good cause to start.
As we live in a parsonage situated in a not-ours-and-never-will-be-ours lot, growing up is as easy as memorizing Psalm 23 (but as hard as applying it in our lives.) Here’s our first attempt to record our unique life.
We were born a year and thirds apart in two places that have never been alike. I was born in a war stricken foreign-named barangay (Thailand) in Banisilan, Cotabato as my parents – Gilbert and Emelita ventured on their first pioneering mission some 21 years ago. 11 months later, after many nights of fervent praying, they answered God’s call to tend an about to be greener pasture here in Panay Island. Ticketed with prayers and sole reliance to God, they willingly worked here in Banate, Iloilo, undertaking material poverty, Noah’s Audiences and baby struggles as they look after a yet infant me and a new baby coming (Gay, my sister).
They started with three (already saved) Christian families, worshipped in an everywhere-hole-roofed house. Our first house is a convertible one – church by Sunday and a kinder-room by week days and all night a parsonage. During rain, Tatay No (as what I call my father) would get our “labadors” and “yahongs” to cater the dripping water because of our roof. I also remembered a time when he spent a night waiting for an “aswang” because folks have said that they are active at night, not knowing that he is actually waiting for a thief (trying to get some wood from our kitchen). By the way we are staying in an underground room in house – not actually staying – because we are barrowed by either the church members or our neighbors by day. I don’t know why, but as a PK you became a people’s pet with out knowing that you are.
My Nanay Nie (obviously, that’s what I call my Mothaa.) is a kindergarten teacher, so I also grew up exposed to the school works and was once a little teacher too (to my playmates). I enjoyed talking and singing to people at a young age and do things normally like other children (it’s just that our toys are always a second hand). It’s that because people are really amused when we and my sister do the special number at a worship service.
Growing up we were taught of the basics of prayer, memorizing bible verses and teaching action songs to children our age. Those stuffs were such a bonus to youngies like us. Every night then we would gather around a table and sung songs and pray for one another and the missionaries around the Philippines – that was where Tatay first taught us the importance of having a daily devotion. We enjoyed listening to Bible Stories from Tita Teachers and Tito Pastors – our week end workers.
We are not allowed to eat junk foods because Nanay Nie is conscious of our skins; she even bathed us with her own milk. Tito Nielwin, one of our past weekend worker is so much generous to give us “pasalubongs” from the city where he attends bible school. One time, I remembered me and Gay would wait eagerly for his arrival (and the pasalubongs) while sitting in the stairs, and when that time would come we became excited to what he would hand us. But to some wise tease in him, he would prolong our agony by not handing us the pasalubongs immediately. As we became anxious to our childish excitement – I would whisper to Gay “Wa-ay man Gay”, and she would reply (unknowingly with a loud whisper) “Gani, abi ko my Chippy”… and then we would sigh. He would burst in to laughter (with our parents consent) and run to us and cuddle us and would say “Abi nyo wala ay… ari ho.” And would hand us our pasalubongs. Oh my! That’s how kids like us deal with them (and their constant tease while persuading us to remember our past awkwardness).
For us, life is too complicated to live – but with godly interventions and our parents’ constant prayer and discipline – we just chose to accept our fate and live our faith for God and for others who’s watching us.
Who says that it’s easy to accept the pain brought by constant pinch here and spank there, when all you thought is your Tatay can’t do that to you? Who says that it’s easy to comprehend that you and your sister – and all your wrong doings – are the favorite illustration of your Tatay during worship service? Who says that it’s easy to understand that you have no constant neighbor because your family is always transferring? Who says that it’s easy to appreciate your dress, food, bed and everything when all you have is a second hand? Who says that it’s easy to understand that you are different from your classmates who are boasting with a bongascious celebration every Christmas and New Year when your family only kiss and greet each other and would sleep early during that time… and when New Year comes, you would fellowship over a portion of spaghetti, a portion of salad and lots of portions of different foods – which were all given by different members of the church… and your Tatay would say “Jesus is the star of this celebration!” and you were like, “duh, way ko my isulat sa Tala-arawan ko ay”. (Such an immature response.) Who says that it’s easy to believe that God is near when your Tatay is receiving death threats for being a bad influence in the neighborhood? Who says that it’s easy to accept the people who’s nagging about your failures and would question you where your faith is and all you have to say is “Oh com’n, its God’s will!!!” And who says that it’s easy to accept that they thought you are exemplary, you are perfect, you are faithful and you are your Tatay’s Kid and one single mistake would affect you the most negative way.
Surely it’s difficult. But why are we still here… as if those things are nothing? It’s because we are serving the King of Kings… the Lord of Lords… the Name above all name… and our sacrifices and aches are nothing compared to his undertakings in Mt. Calvary.
We don’t own something but we have everything… we can’t impress everybody but we know Jesus and His Father appreciates us… we will fail sometimes but He is there to help us realize that it’s okay, and that we deserve to stand up.
Next Journal Entry:
The Start of A Rebellious Me
Realizing Rebellion is a Shame