Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Lover of Selena: Story by Hazel Yee


            It was already 3:00 in the morning, Selena was sitting at the edge of the bed when the man finally stood up to prepare to leave, “Hey, here’s your 1000 as agreed,” the man threw the money on the bed then left. Selena picked them up, counted the money and shove them to her purse. She lighted a cigarette while staring blankly on the lights outside the window of the motel. “Next time, give me a fresh young girl, not this one ok? Anyway, I’ll call before I get here,” Selena could hear the man while talking to Paula, the gay manager of young girls in that prostitute den as they exchange their laughs, Selena bit her lips then went to the comfort room to shower.

       She stood motionless while the water streams down over her body, as the water washes her face so does her tears flow from her eyes. She grabs the soap and scrubs her whole body with it as if it can wash all the filthiness brought about by the different men she slept with.

            Selena was in this kind of living since 16, now she’s in her 20’s, she was forced by her mother to work as a waitress in a pub, little did she know that her job as a waitress has extensions within the cubicles of that bar where men would pay for sex, young and innocent, Selena entered the world of prostitution to provide for her family. Selena doesn’t have any choice; their need for survival put her in a situation where she herself can’t break the contract. As years pass by, the horror, pain and guilt intensify every time she would offer herself as a means to gratify the flesh of men, young and old as her young body was abused and wrecked a hundred times.

            Eyes of condemnation pierced her everywhere she went, as if an arrow was struck right through her, men disrespect her, women despise her and the society has abandoned her. “Look at the way she acts, it is as if she’s a saint, but in fact an expert on bed!” She heard one time when she was passing by the street in Tondo, Manila, followed by a loud chortle of insult. There is nothing she could do but to live up with their ridicule, what they said about her is a fact and she couldn’t deny that. If only there are other means, she thought to herself, she would do anything to escape that kind of life, but it’s hard to find a job in a world where the society has marked you with a reputation as a “hooker.” Selena once tried to work in a fast food chain but her contract was terminated instantly the moment the management did a background check on her due to the gossip of some employees with “itchy tongues”, she had to look for another job, but it seems that the easy ones are behind the “motel doors”.

            “God, I’m tired of living this life, I’m tired of being used and abused, I don’t think I could go on a little longer, I’m tired, I’m really, really tired…help me, if You are really there, save me from this life…” Selena cried with a soft voice, she knew that she doesn’t have enough strength to continue and even face another customer for the night. Just then she heard a faint knock on the door, she gave out a deep sigh, this is her fifth customer and whatever happens she wants to end it all as quickly as possible. She fixed herself and walked slowly toward the door, she opened the door without looking at the man who was standing outside patiently.

            “Please come in,’ Selena motioned the man to sit as she started to undress while facing an opposite direction. But to her surprise, she felt the man wrapped a robe around her, “I’ve been longing to do this to you for a long time,” Selena could hear the gentle voice and felt the warm hands over her shoulders, “I know all the tears you cried, there is not a tear that falls from your eyes that is unknown to Me for I know them all, this is not what I planned for you, it hurts Me so much to see you ruined, to live in guilt, in fear and in rejection.”

Selena faced the Man, His warm smile and gentle look comfort her, His presence lifted the burdens which was upon her shoulders a long time ago, she knew that what she felt is brought about by the divine presence. She burst into tears, “Why just now Lord, why have You abandoned me for so long?” He hold her face and wiped the tears, “I never abandoned you, never, I am close to you more than you’ll ever know, but you can’t hear My voice because you are deafened by the voices of this world, I’m just here waiting, waiting for you to call My name…but when you cried just now, I immediately came to your rescue, you see, I will never interfere with your will without your permission. But I’m here all this time willing to save you, just say it, and allow Me to restore you…” Selena exclaimed in tears, “Yes Lord, I’m willing, please save me!”

The Man embraced her and with a smile He led her outside the door. As they were walking downstairs Selena could feel the strength of His arms, the security, comfort and peace she never felt before. Tears run down her cheeks, as if a thorn that was struck through her was being pulled, she heard Paula’s voice, “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” but the Man’s look silenced him and he stood there appalled. Selena could see the door, as they were walking towards it, all the memories of her life flashed before her eyes, and her vision dimmed, “Selena…as you walk through this door you’re stepping into a new life, from darkness to light, all the memories of your life will never be forgotten but it will be a memorial for you on how your life was changed as a testimony on how gracious the Lord your God is. So strengthened yourself and know that in every step of the way, I walk with you,” the Man said to her gently. The Man holds Selena’s hands tightly, she gathered all her strength and together they walked out of the door. Upon stepping out, men of stature meet them and greeted them with a smile, Selena could see the Man nodding and each man gathered around them, and suddenly they were walking together as if being escorted with a throng of powerful army!

They stopped in front of a building; Selena could hear people singing, “Go ahead Selena, walk in… remember I am with you and I will uphold you and strengthen you,” Selena walked slowly toward the entrance, until she reached a large room filled with people singing, when she looked around, the men who were with her were no longer there and so does the Man who gave her the robe she was wearing.

Soon people approached her and welcomed her with a smile, one man introduced himself as Pastor Dave and told her that they were having an overnight prayer meeting; Selena felt no indifference amidst these people, immediately, she felt the warmth, care and belongingness offered by these strangers, one woman approached her, “Hi, I’m Cathy, I saw you at the market one time, I approached you and gave you a Christian booklet, you look so preoccupied that time, I tried to start a conversation but then you left right away and you forget the booklet I gave you,” the woman explained briefly, Selena then remembered her, she must have been so focused where to get money to pay for the rent for their apartment and for the electric bill so she unintentionally ignored her. “Ever since that day, I never ceased to pray for you and I’m hoping that I could see you one more time, indeed God answers prayer, because here you are, I’m so happy to see you…” continued Cathy.

“My name is Sandy, I’m not sure if you remember me, but I always sat by the restaurant across the motel bar where you’re working, I took notice of you the first time I came to dine in the restaurant when you came in, you sat all alone in the corner weeping, I felt the burden in my heart to tell you about Jesus Christ, how He save me from the pit of destruction, because I once was in that situation before, I know the pain you’re going through, since then, I’ve been praying for you.” Sandy stated, yes, Selena remembered her, she was always at the restaurant across the street, she remembered her as the “stranger” who smiles every time they met, one time, she gave her a Christian tract about God, but she threw it in garbage.

It’s all coming back to her now, she remembers them, she realized that God is real and He’s there all this time for her, all these people who were praying for her though a complete stranger yet God put in their hearts her face so as to include her in their prayers, it was not God who took it so long to notice her, to hear her, to answer her, it was her who delayed her approach to God.

You see there is no such thing as accident in God’s vocabulary, but to Him, He purposed everything under heaven for men to realize that there is God who cares, loves and is willing to rescue you. No matter how marred or ruined you are, God has the power to restore you, to put together the broken pieces and to make you new again. Now, Selena is living a new life, she was given a job as an assistant teacher in the same church where people welcomed her, her past doesn’t matter to her anymore, she serves as a living testimony of God’s grace and forgiveness to all men and women who are living in the dark world of prostitution and sex slavery. There is hope and that hope can only be found in God alone.

Selena may be living in you, you may feel hopeless, unwanted and unloved, remember there is this Man who is willing to put His arms around you, who is willing to rescue you, who is willing to show that you are love dearly no matter who you are, where you came from or what you have done in the past, Selena experienced the restoration of God, all her shame, guilt and fear were nailed on the cross by this one Man… Jesus, the Lover of Selena…

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Why Me Lord? - A Short Story by Hazel Yee


            I was a Christian for twenty years; together with my husband we've done service for the Lord and committed ourselves to the ministry. My husband, Tom and I were church workers, and for ten years of marriage, we were not given a child to complete the family. My husband has accepted our fate for he always say that the Lord knows what He’s doing, but for me, I am finding it hard to accept this, I always thought that we deserve all good things from God for we were His good servants after all, we did everything we can to serve Him and make ourselves available for the work of the Lord, so I am fully convince that we deserve better than this…yes better than all of these!

            I was feeling a little bit of perturbed with my life lately, my husband was assigned to pioneer a church in Laos and I decided to stay not because I don’t want to go but I’m beginning to lose interest in the ministry, I was assigned to lead a Sunday school class for kids and coming to class every Sunday morning feels burdensome for me.

            I accepted a part-time job in a government office, the salary is not rewarding, but I had no choice, we need resources to compensate for the monthly bills, there are times I want to question God about this kind of life that I have; everything is average: an average job, average house, average friends, for a total of average life, I thought that God promised good and satisfying life, how come I got stuck in this average situation!

            It was Friday night when I received a long distance call, it was from my husband, his voice was shaking and bristly, “Dear, I want you to pray for us here, some of the locals who were against the faith confess us to the authorities, causing trouble within the church I was pastoring, they arrested all the church leaders and we will undergo interrogation, please pray for us, I was given a chance to inform you, but I don’t want you to be worried but be strong in the faith. I love you, I want you to know that I thank you for bearing life with me together, your love has been my strength and I’m so sorry if I failed to give you…tooot!” dead air, until I heard the beep, the phone was cut on his end, I was worried, I called the pastor, they came to my house and we intercede for him and the brethren.

We prayed endlessly for the whole week, but no news from Laos came. One afternoon, I was praying alone in my room, I heard a loud knock at the door, I rush to see who it was, I was stunned to open the door seeing a wooden coffin right in front of my house! In it was my husband wearing just a plain shirt and pants, the coffin was delivered to us by the local police together with one native member of the church he was pastoring in Laos, I don’t have time to ask why, how and when because my heart was filled with bitterness, anger and rebellion! Chanda a native from Laos reached out and gave me a letter, a hat and a scarf all belong to Tom, when I opened the letter, his handwriting was obviously shaky while he was writing the letter, it says, “My ever dearest Rachel, I’m so sorry if I can’t be with you on our 11 years anniversary, I’m so sorry if I can’t bring you the gift as I promised, but as I close my letter, I want you to promise God that no matter what happens you will remain in the faith, be strong and continue the work God has started in us together, don’t ever let go, you may forget me but don’t forget God. I love you and I am looking forward to see you in heaven, love always, Tom.”

I burst into tears, his words doesn't have any effect on me, I cried so hard and I regretted the fact why I let him go to Laos, for months I’m keeping up with the bitterness in my heart, I let it all out, I blamed God for everything, I asked God “Why me?! Why all this?! Why did You let it happen, I thought You are powerful but how come You can’t even move a finger to stop all these events? You are so unfair!”

Suddenly the place where I was standing became so dark, I don’t know what was happening, I looked around me until I saw a faint light to my right, then I heard noise of people shouting, I ran to where the noise came from until I reached a street crowded with people, there was a man filled with blood walking down the stony road, His feet was wrinkled and His legs were shaking, the soldiers were continually beating Him up, I could see the flesh torn from His body, yet He never quit, He was enduring the heaviness of the cross He was carrying upon His shoulders, He continued to step little by little until He reached the place of Calvary.

I followed and was shocked to see the event as it unfolds right before my eyes. When the soldier struck the nail upon His hands, He gave out a loud cry, and then they pierced His feet. He was in so much pain until they erected the cross and I could see from where I was standing the tears flowing from His eyes, He looked at me and He gave a smile, I could hear His Words speaking to me, “Child, it’s all for you, all the beatings, all the shame, all the pain, the nails, the crown of thorns and the cross, I gladly accept because of you, it is unfair but it’s nothing compared to what I can offer you, I never ask why Me Father and why for them because I know that you are worth to die for.”

I cried, those words echoed in my heart and I fell on my knees with repentant heart, I realized that I was so self-centered and for years of my service with the Lord I was complaining about this and that, I failed to thanked God for His blessings and I realized that I was so possessed with self-satisfaction that I failed to see that in my lack God is my completeness. I thought that life was unfair, but Jesus has suffered all injustices in this world to make me just with God, I realized that it is not my service for the Lord that cause me to receive blessings but it is God’s unmerited favor, His love and compassion and the reason why I failed to see it is because my eyes were clouded with anger and unthankfulness.

“Rachel, are you alright?” it was Sandy, “You passed out and your neighbors took you in, the congregation are preparing for the wake of Tom, just relax and we’ll take care of everything, be strong, we’re here for you.” Her reassuring words and warm smile put me back in my senses, I stood up and women from the ministry guided me to see Tom in a dark brown coffin which the church members purchased. I looked and somehow I remembered the Man, Jesus on the cross, I was strengthened, the grief and pain in my heart was gone and I looked on my right hand, it was Tom’s letter all crumpled up, I held it tightly and with a smile I whispered, “I’ll see you in heaven Tom, you me and Jesus.”

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Teacher Sarah: Our Sunday School Teacher A Short Story By Hazel Yee


Teacher Sarah was our Sunday school teacher, she’s fun, approachable, caring and loving. Among all the people in the church, she is someone I will never forget. One of the things that I will never forget is the way she taught us in our Sunday school class, she comes in prepared, and bringing all the stuff she needs for the class. Her eyes were always beaming with excitement as she starts the lesson with singing, dancing, storytelling and games.

However, despite of her efforts, her students failed to notice her sacrifice, love and commitment in bringing them in relationship with God. Sad to say, I was once participated in pranks we kids played on her: one Sunday morning, she was discussing a topic about the faith of Abraham, she was happy and energetic as usual, when she gave out a question, no one was answering, that was the time we start to giggle. She seemed not to notice that we were wearing earphones and we are not paying attention to her all the time until she called me, I dramatically stood up and blurted out “Ano po yun”?, [What’s that?] and everyone laughed out loud!

That was one of the incidents we played on her, we never realized how badly it affects her but she never show any hint of dismay. One time when I was going to the church library, I heard a soft whimper from the prayer room; it was Teacher Sarah, praying. I was just about to continue my walk to the library when I heard my name being mentioned in her prayer, she was praying for all of us, for the first time I felt the heaviness in her heart, “Father I commit my students to You, do not let them go astray, let Your Word be powerful in their life to change them according to Your will, shield them by the blood of Jesus so that the power of the enemy may not take hold of them. Lord I am limited in my understanding and ways and my days are numbered so before I pass away, may Your Word be rooted in them…”

I was stunned, tears began to flow down my eyes, we never realized how much she loved us and how heavy her burden is for us. I hurriedly wiped my tears in my eyes when I heard that she was standing up, I ran to the library and there I continued to cry.

It was Sunday morning, all of us were present that day, eagerly waiting for the coming of Teacher Sarah, we prepared our Bible; she always remind us to bring our Bible for almost every Sunday school class she would get upset for continuous reminding us to bring it for we carry our cell phones more than our Bible, we readied our pens and notebooks for we always forget that these two are pairs, sometimes we have pens but we don’t have papers, or the papers without the pens. I talked to everyone in our Sunday school class about Teacher Sarah’s prayer and just to show how much we appreciate her, we are turning a new leaf!

When the door finally opened we were surprised that it was not Teacher Sarah, the new teacher told us that she will be taking over the class in the meantime while Teacher Sarah is not around.

It was almost four months and we never heard any news from her, until one Sunday service, our pastor announced that Teacher Sarah passed away due to brain tumor which she was suffering for a long time. She continued her sacrifice and she never showed any quitting for the sake of her love for the Lord and for us. I cried over the news and I noticed that all her students cried at the same time, I remembered how bad we treated her, how we ignored her and upset her because of our stubbornness, I remembered how she gave everything for us, treated us to McDonalds or a free lunch or when we needed advice she was there all the time, yes, I remembered everything and how I felt regret for treating her that way.

“Hello everyone, I’m so sorry if I can’t be with you, I even failed to say goodbye on our last meeting, but that’s alright, I was diagnosed with brain tumor and I’ve had this for over a year,” it was a video of her in the hospital, she was lying with oxygen tubes attached on her nose, she had lost her hair and her skin and lips look so pale, but she never failed to wear a smile. “I will miss every one of you, my pastor, my friends and my students, you have been God’s gift to me that made me what I am today, a strong person inside this sick body. Someday when you see me, this body is renewed never again deteriorates. And I am praying especially for my students that none of you be lost so that when Jesus appears in all His glory we will see Him face to face and we will see each other, what a glorious sight that would be! I want you to be strong, influence the world for Jesus, love Him above all else and honor Him with your life. I wish I could see you now but I guess I will be stuck here in the hospital for a long time. Anyway, God bless you all!” That concludes the video, the atmosphere was filled with sadness for a person so wonderful died and we her students failed to show how much we loved her.

When we came to her wake, her sister reached out to us one by one a thank you card which according to her, Teacher Sarah wrote one week before she died. She also showed us some of her visual aids which were unfinished and a picture of us in the room during one of our Sunday school class. She filled her life with the memory of us even before she passed away and she was thankful for every experience.

A thousand times we made her cry, we ignored her and we played pranks on her. Though there are times we made her smile but there are more times we upset her because of our immaturity, but she responded with love, care and understanding. Teacher Sarah taught us many important lessons but one thing we will never forget is to value a person and treat everyone as a gift from God, because the life of a person has its limits and you don’t know when so while you can value everyone as if this is their last day on earth. There are many Teacher Sarahs today, she may be your mom or dad, a friend, a pastor, a church mate or someone you are ignoring within your community, turn a new leaf today before they say goodbye tomorrow…