Monday, December 22, 2008



A couple of days ago, my family engaged in our yearly feeding program (for kids). It is the second time for us to hold such (as a family) and this time, the venue was our farm and the invited kids were those living around our homestead. We provided for them a Christmas Party (complete with clowns, a magic show, games, prizes, etc.), something which was quite unusual for them, and of course, prepared a simple merienda of spaghetti, hotdogs and bread.

The moment I arrived, the party was just about to start. I saw the kids and my, they were quite more than what we expected-- in number, I mean. The initial counting of attendees summed up to 125 but on the day itself, it magically stretched to god-knows-how-much. In my mind, I was quite uncertain how the food can actually fit the initial counting. My dad, on the other hand, did not waste anymore time and sent someone off to buy additional supplies to be cooked as soon as possible.

Games. Magic Show. And finally, the food was served. Mom and I supervised the serving of the meal. There were kids who were pushing each other, some were even crying (Dad said, these were the kids who were afraid of the clowns) so it was quite muddling. But god, was I happy when it was all over (I mean, the food was all served) and was all the more happy to know that we were able to feed all 185 of them. Some might call it luck that with the additional food, everyone was served but I guess, it was with the help of God, that there came to be the feeding of the 185-- yes, just like the feeding of the 5,000. Whichever it was, I'd still like to believe it was the latter. Indeed, God works his little miracles.



"You see those smiles on the kids' faces? That is what money cannot buy."-- Dad