Ok, Thursday, my pastor friend from Gigmoto, pastor Jesse came over our house at around 9 a.m. to do our project of a video presentation for their church anniversary on Sunday. After eating breakfast together, I turned on the computer and inserted his flash drive where he believed he stored all the picture files that will be used for the project. To my surprise, I found only thumbnail pictures of their baby and files that are irrelevant to the project. The only ones relevant are some less than 10 blurry pictures from a hard copy photo that was next taken by their digital camera.
I knew I was doing the right thing as far as my computer knowledge and skills are concerned. I was sure I haven't deleted anything and I haven't even scanned the drive by my anti-virus program yet. I don't know if he thinks maybe I did just that, but I showed him everything including the odds of bringing the wrong drive, well, he said, there is no other drive other than that. He said, he tripled check the files before leaving and they were all there. Whoa, I might really have accidentally deleted them. Had it really happened, I can't believe how dumb I was.
So he started calling his wife in Gigmoto, like more than 50 kilometers from us, and all hopes of ever finishing the project seem to vanish into thin air. I was considering the effort made in preparing those files plus the terrain that he has to travel in order to get here, not to mention their excitement, and his anticipation of how nice it would be if those pictures would appear on the project, and then, all of a sudden, they're gone. I know the often immediate response to this situation is finding who's to blame. But we're losing time and there seem to be no other option but forget about the project. He planned to send his camera back and shoot pictures of whatever is left and, God only knows what may come out. But I wasn't really into that plan. It's very desperate and impractical. Whew!
Well, here's what happened. While looking on the screen, both of us, with faces of awful disbelief, I accidentally opened his Word file of some certificate that he immediately said, "I just printed it out from a computer shop earlier this morning." Wow, that's it! That's the cue! Man, I can't believe it came out of nowhere, and literally saved our day!
Instantly, in a flash, I thought, "Hey, they must have had the files! It could be that they scanned the flash drive and found viruses in your files and quarantined the folders! Or maybe they, in one way or another, have accidentally drag the folders and who knows what else could have happened that your files were transferred on their computer. Your files could be there! As far as I'm concerned, this is our only hope of ever seeing those pictures again and go on with the project. Not one hour has passed yet since they had your flash drive so go back, they must have not deleted them yet, at least, if ever." Pastor Jesse ran to the computer shop as fast as he could and I prayed, Lord, we hope for the best.
As soon as he got back with a huge smile on his face, I know things has turned out the way that we hoped. It was exactly what happened. We recovered the files and started working on the project.
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon but I haven't forgotten our schedule of campus bible study at 5:30 p.m.. I phoned my student coordinator telling him that no rain can ever stop us from conducting our bible studies. So me and pastor Jesse proceeded to the campus at 5 p.m., riding on his motorcycle against the rain with an umbrella. The students were already there waiting as we arrived.
Certainly, a quarter before 6 p.m. of a rainy September must be a gloomy time, but when six first time attenders came inside the room, 3 guys and 3 ladies, it became like a bright noon day. I'm glad to see their faces and showing an in-concealable desire to listen to the word of the Lord. I taught about "assurance of salvation", a very important truth presented in the bible that each of us should cherish.
Well, after dinner, we continued with pastor Jesse's project and finished it at around 12:30 a.m. I went to bed at almost 1:00 a.m. and thank the Lord for another great day He has made.
Everyday is a blessing,
No matter how others fill it with cursing.
We must thank the Lord always
For we move and live only by his grace - gendo
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