I can still remember the first time I attended a choir practice.
It was so distinct not because I wowed everyone with my voice but because everyone was hovering around me–the newbie.
The members were telling me how cute my dimples were and kept on adoring my shiny, jet black hair.
Honestly, I didn’t know what I was doing there.
My mom asked our lovely neighbor, Ate Dawn who was then a youth facilitator of the parish’s children’s choir if my two brothers and I could join and to her delight, Ate Dawn agreed.
So on that fateful Saturday, at six years old, I officially started to serve the Lord. On Sundays, I could be found on the choir loft for the 10-11 AM children’s mass singing my heart out.
Soon enough, the choir coordinators who are both charming nuns discovered that the Refendor kids have a gift in public speaking.
So if we were not singing, we could be found on the altar proclaiming the Word of God as a lector.
And oh, I can remember that particular instance when they made me sing a solo part for the Responsorial Psalm. Maybe it didn’t sound that great because they soon decided that I should best stick to reading.
One summer, the choir facilitators wanted to train a new breed of commentators.
I was one of the kids who got to spend their summer studying the parts of the mass, memorizing the responses, preparing for the quizzes and knowing more about the Sacrament of the Mass.
At 9 years old, I had my first stint at being a commentator for a Sunday mass.
Soon, the parish began to notice our gifts and talents.
Every time there’s an important event in the church, my siblings and I would be there to serve-be it a high mass for the Ati-Atihan Festival, Summer Youth Camp, Silver Jubilee celebration and the many breath-taking masses wherein bishops and numerous priests would be present.
I also got the privilege of representing my province, Aklan in the prayers of the faithful when the relic of St. Therese of the Child Jesus arrived in Iloilo.
Growing up, my summers were no different.
For the whole month of May, I could be found in the parish participating in praying the rosary and singing for the Mayflower celebration or the Flores de Mayo.
When I went to study in UP Diliman, my passion to serve didn’t die down.
I volunteered in the campus’ parish as lector and commentator.
Years later, I found myself serving at one of the happiest places on Earth which is the UP Campus Feast of the LOJ Family founded by Bro. Bo Sanchez. I also finished the Christian Life Program of the Singles for Christ (UP Chapter) and I am now a happy member.
Then I started receiving invitations to give a talk. I have spoken to high school students and lately, to college students on living a life of chastity, modesty and sexual purity.
As I write this, I marvel at the fact as to how God has been using me mightily all these years. I praise God that He gave me this gift of communication in order to spread His love and proclaim His promises.
Yes, there were instances wherein I would wish that I could just be home watching TV than practicing on a Saturday afternoon or waking up late on a Sunday morning instead of gearing up for mass.
Yes, there were days wherein I felt like boasting about these but at the end of the day, I am again reminded that I am just His instrument and my talents are borrowed gifts which I need to return one day to my Creator.
People who are closest to me have observed that I have a blessed life. Sure, my life is not perfect nor it is absent of problems and trials but it seems I have always been favored.
You see, God can never be out given.
Whenever you give to Him your 3 Ts (time, talents and treasures), He will give back to you a thousand times more.
Each one of us has been given with a unique gift that will wow and bless the world.
Find it.
Hone it.
Use it.
Astound the world with your God-given gift.
Be prepared to say, “Yes!” whenever God calls you to serve.
So the next time someone asks in amazement as to why you are so blessed, you may say with a smile, “It must be payback time.”
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Last photo from Google.