Survivor Boy


I just read in SunStar headline story about a new-born baby boy dumped in a garbage bin somewhere in Cebu City.  His puny state was flashed on the first page as he laid closed eyes on a hospital bed.  I believe that it’s the motherly instinct of being a woman that drew my compassion for him.  What did he do to deserve such a rejection even before he made his first cry?

Reading his story made me imagine of his mom.  What type of woman is she?  What could have caused her to throw him away?  Or, was she even the one who did this in the first place?  More thoughts about the mom battled inside my head, but I chose not to point my finger at her.  I still believe that she has a story yet to tell, though uncertainty is certain as to whether she would have this chance.

I also thought of the boy.  What a survivor!  At such a fresh state, he was able to stand the filth, violence and rejection of a garbage drum.  I can’t help but pray of what God has in store for him.  So many babies have been miscarried, some died just right after birth, but here he is, with his heart beating to try the two-sided coin of beauty and violence in this fallen world.  What future has God for him?

And I thought of the future…that long distant blur…that place that scares most people…that inevitable destination for newborns and elderlies alike.  What future awaits for this newborn boy?  But I found such certainty in the Bible, when God Almighty promised hope for THE future for His people (Jeremiah 29:11-13).  Dare this dumped, newborn baby-boy trust this kind of God?  I prayed and hoped he would, one day when he encounters this God on a personal level.  After all, it is this same God, in His Sovereign Wisdom and Will, who had caused him to live and survive after an apparent attempt to steal away his first breath.

On the sideline, I did wish he’s my own boy.  It’s always been my desire to have my firstborn (if God permits in His own time) as a boy.  I would mother him with all the love that God has given me. :)  But as my future is as unseeable as his, I choose to trust in this Sovereign God instead.  May I remain trusting as I wait.


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