I’ve made 14 comics so far. Comic strips sharing a lot about my inner thoughts about life and the faith.
Yet in spite of this, I still really fail to define what I am all about, and it is getting a bit difficult to keep making comics. I’m mostly getting in these dilemmas, or maybe just unable to handle my time well.
Anyway, here’s a post looking back at the comic strips that I have made from February 2013 – October 2013. You can click on the images to bring you to the original comic post.
Comic #1: Wait And See
I made Wait And See with the confidence that Christ keeps on redeeming me in the midst of the disbelief and self-doubt. This has, in a way, touched other people through and through.
comic by Tactician Jenro / Jose Chipeco
It’s been about a month since my last comic! So here’s an update. It’s poorly drawn to be honest, and the idea is all over the place.
But hope I got the point across.
We’re all a part of this journey together. We may not be Steve Jobs or Gandhi, Paul or Peter, but there’s a music stirring inside of us that we just have to play out… a difference that we can make.
Pondering. Wondering. Asking, and questioning.
This time, I know. A lot of things. So many things. Yet it still isn’t as clear as I think it should be. Now I wonder about things like suffering, chance, and effort. I wonder about the people who have lost their lives in the recent tragedies I see and hear – if there is a reason behind all of it, and if God knows about them and saw this coming. I wonder..if I was born and grew up in a place where Christ was not the center – what kind of person would I be?
I wonder how it’ll all be clear, for the people out there, and for me. Does God move in ways we can’t imagine? That, I believe. Maybe it will all be clear, one day, though there may be pain and ignorance, and suffering..
I live in a world around people who live incredibly simple lives. People who could settle with having dried fish, rice, and perhaps adobo and sinigang (Filipino dishes) for their meals. People who live in non-extravagant homes, and refuse to live with any form of luxury (kaartehan). Sometimes I walk out and see them working hard at the junkyard just near our house, or at the computer shop next door playing computer games, or mostly playing basketball, shirtless out in the rain. I see this old man each morning sitting in front of his house just up the neighborhood. I see mothers taking care of their children, buying ice from us often times.
I wonder what it would be like, to live completely simple like that, where money’s barely enough yet the people find ways for hope and fun.
The journey goes on,
No matter how it is
A fight is fought
There’s love – there is.
I’m not alone,
My life secure.
And that’s for sure.
“Hey. Umm..it’s nice to see you again. And.. I’m sure you know already.
Yet, I’ve stepped out again, beating around the bush,
casting a fishing line into sea where fishes don’t exist.
You know how desperately I want to change right?”
“Yeah. You’ve got so much ahead of you.”
“Really… yeah. Really? How much assurance would it take to believe that?
When I know part of the equation, other than belief, is hardwork.
All the turmoil and striving, moving, necessary to keep living and to survive this battle called life..
And.. I don’t want to strive this way, anyway.”
“I know what you mean.
It’s how people give the choices and actions they’ve made all the credit, right?
Indeed, what would one be without action? Without the pressing on, the moving forward?”