I miss my island.

On page 48 of this, my book, I said the following:

“Sometime in 1996, after my years of service with the Mindanao Polytechnic State College (MPSC) in Cagayan de Oro, I was invited to head the new state college in Camiguin Island.

I asked then Congressman Pedro P. Romualdo who invited me, why he chose me.

And he said, “because I heard you are clean.”

“OK,” I said, “I will come to your island.”

There is a deep mystery in coming to an island.

One feels that one is coming to a place of quiet or rest, leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the world.

I did not tell him that I needed such an island to rest in.

As I crossed the sea, I begin to understand that indeed I am going away from men to God, to rest in his Silence, to pray at his feet.

My task here is to recollect myself (nurse my wounds), so that tomorrow I might return to them, to love them and serve them for Christ’s sake, for God’s sake.

I began to realize too, that I have yet another task to perform on my island: I must set my mind at rest and quiet my heart; detaching it from all created things in order to turn it to God, the Creator and Lover.

This is what islands are for. Not everyone has an island to live on, to come from, to go home to.

But all of us must make our own islands within our hearts. Islands where fear cannot dwell, islands where we can cross over the bridge of our days to rest at the feet of the Beloved, to drink of his Silence, to be made whole again and ready for the battle of tomorrow.

I thank God every for my island.”

Note: As of Sept 28, 2018 the roof of the house in this photo, sitting on a 1000 sq. Meter beachfront property, on a highway 3 kilometers south of Mambajao, has been removed by me. Write me at (edong.houses@gmail.com) if interested to buy or lease. It has 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. It’s a fixer-upper.