Some weeks ago, my sister answered a call from a guy. She probably recognized him a little later, because she gave the phone to me. She doesn’t like talking to guys who said that he liked her, so every time she got the notion that the guy is calling just because of that, she will hide somewhere or let another person talk to the guy.

So I took the phone from her and ask who was speaking. Then, boo! The memories of my old times came fleeting through my mind again. It was an old classmate of mine, in 4th or 5th grade, probably. I’ll call him here – J.A.

J.A had a big crush on my sister when we were still studying on the same school. To me, he’s just one of my old chums. We would talk and chat like there’s no tomorrow, we would play and run like wild kids and we would even do some mischievous acts, like teasing other children till they drop or ran to their mamas’ laps, crying. Of course, these things were done along with some of my other childhood friends, K.A., K.T., J.B., J.N. and a lot of my other old chums. Deep inside, I suddenly felt lonely again.

I listened to him as he spoke and talked. He probably thought he was still talking to my sister. He mostly talked about those girlfriends and boyfriends stuffs but I let it pass. He asked what grade I am in now, what school I’m attending to, and those kinds of questions. I waited for him to say something about what church or fellowship he’s been attending in lately but no such topic was brought up.

A minute later, he hanged up.

A couple of days ago, I was rummaging through my old files of papers and stuffs. I stumbled unto a couple of old autographs. The picked up one of them, shook off some dust clinging to it, opened and read it page by page. It was an old autograph of my friend and companion in my former school, La Salle. I remembered her letting me take it home for me to finish signing it. But, I think, it was already almost the end of the school year and she was going to transfer to another school so I wasn’t able to return it to her the following year. I kept it, then.

I picked up the other autograph. Some pages were falling off, some were already lost. I didn’t remember who gave it to me but my sister reminded me a little later that it was our aunt who gave it to me. Whoever it was, I don’t remember.

I read through the remaining pages but most of the questions were left blank by persons who signed. That was when I saw the entry answered by J.A. He wrote on the “Hobbies:” space that he likes reading his Bible. He mentioned the same on the “Favorite Books:” space. I turned the page and on the bottom of it, where the question asked, “What’s your happiest moment?” he wrote, “The day I was saved.”

I put the autograph down and pondered. In my mind, I looked back to that little phone incident and wondered where he is now. When on the phone, I thought he sounded just like some ordinary “street guys”. He didn’t sound like a Christian at all! Questions came fleeting through my mind. Did he really love the Bible? Was he really that faithful to read it everyday? Has he really gotten saved?

I don’t want to judge him; nothing of that sort. I only want to know if he really is saved. But there’s no way for me to know that. Except if he calls.