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From His Word 2

WHAT IT MEANS TO FORGIVE:

Matt 9:2

2 And, behold, they brought to him a man sick of the palsy, lying on a bed: and Jesus seeing their faith said unto the sick of the palsy; Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee.

I have heard someone say that the greatest and most noble act of love is to forgive. To buy jewelries, around-the-world flight tickets, a very luxurious mansion, or even the number one car in the market, for that special someone you love, is very easy. But to forgive that same person who received all that luxury, that same person, who fooled you, only to go with someone else, is hard—very hard.

I must admit, that despite this reflection, many of us would still find the act of forgiving to be one of the most difficult Christian virtues to perform. Today, I am not assuring myself of a convinced crowd, but I pray for a convicted heart. I just ask the Lord to talk to everyone’s heart, that we take a good second look at forgiveness—the greatest of all privileges, and the most difficult to perform.

  1. To Forgive Is a Privilege of Sinful Men [Col. 3:13];

It all begins with the forgiveness God has shown us;

Look at forgiveness this way: we become channels of God by forgiving someone;

  1. To Forgive Is a Prerequisite for Happiness [Matt. 9:2];

Forgiving is all that matters. That’s all it takes to make one happy;

One could never be happy if he could never forgive;

  1. To Forgive Is a Proof of Christianity [Matt. 5:43-48];

Let us forgive, just like how Christ forgave us;

THE GREATEST HINDRANCE TO FORGIVING: THE SELF

That’s why instead of “forgiving then forgetting” let us rather “forget then forgive”—forget yourself, and forgive that someone who has wronged you. Life would be a whole lot easier and happier with forgiveness

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Ironies 14

1. A patient consulted his doctor about his abnormal swinging of arms. As the doctor was analyzing the case, the patient cited the traditional “pinaglihi” phenomenon:

“Dok, sabi daw po kasi ng nanay ko pinaglihi niya daw po ako sa pugita!”

“Pinaglihi? Nako iho! Wag na wag ka maniniwala sa mga pinaglihi-lihi na yan. Sabi nga ng nanay ko pinaglihi daw ako sa sirang plaka eh. Bakit may epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba… epekto ba…”

2. Wouldn’t it be consoling to know if you were an accused, that upon entering the courtroom, you find out that the name of the judge sitting on the bench is Macario A. Salanan. He’s nicknamed Mac. So Mac A. Salanan. He does understand your plight. =)

3. A well-known agnostic from one of our universities was on his dying bed one day, praying. The attending nurse, who happens to be his daughter-in-law asked what he wanted his father-in-law to do at that time. He said he wanted to pray.

“But all your life you’ve never believed in God.”

“Yes, even now I still don’t believe in Him. But now, at this last moment of my life, I guess it wouldn’t be bad to turn to Him for a peaceful passing.”

This has to be the greatest irony, I guess.

4. And your bad english story for the day comes from a concert finale, with the artist acknowledging several sponsors.

“Well, first of foremost of all, I would like to thanks my sponsors. And also I would like to thank my one and only… and they are the following…”

Boooooo!


Ironies 13.5

I was going around our new community, when we chanced upon one of our long lost church members who was recently forced out of their old home due to a road widening project. The place where they had now moved into is located behind a beautifully built Korean church. The church had all the modern features of an infrastructure that money could afford them, and outside it were parked all kinds of cars. The people who were flocking out of the place after the worship service were all clad in their formals, each with a cellphone stuck in their ears. They were mostly talking in fluent English, discussing matters of business, politics, the latest fad, and other sorts of high society matters.

As my churchmate showed me the way to her house, I saw the stark contrast between their world and the worship place flanking the front of their small community. The walkway was irregular and rocky, and had it not been for the sturdy shoes I was wearing, the rocks could have easily torn through my soles. They were also narrow and extremely branched out. You could easliy get lost if you had no one guiding you.

I reached our churchmate’s house after three confusing turns. The house looked just like any other house in the small community: it had only one room, all containing the sleeping area, kitchen, laundry area, bathroom, and enough space for watching a second hand television set. The house had no ceiling above it, and no flooring beneath it. A few planks of wood were used as makeshift beds on one side of the house. There was only one bulb lighting the house, and it had to borrow electricity from a house who was borrowing from four other houses.

The lady even tried to offer us drinks, but we refused, saying we just passed by. After a quick prayer and a few moments of fellowship, we bid goodbye to our churchmate.

I have never been to a place which contained a taste of heaven and hell both at the same time.


You (the Basil Valdez Version)

(There are two “You” songs that I like so much. This one’s the second of my two favorites.)

You

by Basil Valdez

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You give me hope,
The strength, the will to keep on;
No one else can make me feel this way
And only you
Can bring out all the best I can do;
I believe you turn the tide
And make me feel real good inside.

You pushed me up
When I’m about to give up;
You’re on my side when no one seems to listen
And if you go,
You know the tears can’t help but show
You’ll break this heart and tear it apart;
Then suddenly the madness starts

CHORUS:
It’s your smile,
Your face, your lips that I miss,
Those sweet little eyes that stare at me
And make me say,
I’m with you through all the way.

‘Cause it’s you
Who fills the emptiness in me;
It changes ev’rything, you see,
When I know I’ve got you with me

You pushed me up
When I’m about to give up;
You’re on my side when no one seems to listen
And if you go,
You know the tears can’t help but show
You’ll break this heart and tear it apart;
Then suddenly the madness starts

CHORUS:
It’s your smile,
Your face, your lips that I miss,
Those sweet little eyes that stare at me
And make me say,
I’m with you through all the way.

‘Cause it’s you
Who fills the emptiness in me;
It changes ev’rything, you see,
When I know I’ve got you with me.

It’s your smile,
Your face, your lips that I miss,
Those sweet little eyes that stare at me
And make me say,
I’m with you through all the way.

‘Cause it’s you
Who fills the emptiness in me;
It changes ev’rything, you see,
When I know I’ve got you with me.


Ironies 13

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1. I read from one article by Dr. Ambeth Ocampo that there is more than just one explanation for the name “Malacañang”. The other explanation, which is relatively unknown, is that the site of the current palace used to be filled with bamboos, or caña, which is said to be the temporary habitat for lost bad spirits, or malas espiritu, or simply, mala. Putting them together results in mala caña. Simply put, Malacañang is place of bad spirits.

2. An entire subdivision up north is said to have filed a class suit against the developer for the lack of water supply in their place. The subdivision is located in a barangay named Buhay na Tubig.

3. Manuel Lague married a lady named Maya Caramdaman. They unfortunately decided to name their daughter May.

May Caramdaman Lague is now a doctor.

4. Here’s your bad english dose:

A male professor in an all-girls school was asked by one of his students how come he remembers all their names just a day into the school year.

“Of course, I can easily memorize things, you know. Only guys with pornographic memory can do that.”

Maybe, photographic, sir.


My First Service at MBBC Taguig

I had a blessed and wonderful Sunday yesterday, as I started out my first Sunday with the newly jumpstarted MBBC Taguig Congregation.

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Our Senior Pastor, Dr. Benny Abante, himself personally opened and dedicated the work with a message from Psalm 100. 102 People came that day, with 36 of them as first time visitors. 27 of these visitors professed their faith on Jesus, while 18 of them followed the Lord in the waters of baptism. Wow! What a great first Sunday service it was!

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Later in the afternoon the members of this new work signed a Pledge of Loyalty, indicating their commitment and support to our work there. I will be their resident preacher there, after a successful stint with the work in Imus, Cavite for the past year.

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Once again, my sincerest thanks to our Senior Pastor for the trust he has given me for this kind of work. It is indeed every preacher’s dream to be on the first day of a work. Thank you also to my new partners, the Taguig Congregation brethren, for their support and cooperation that made the whole event possible.

If you want soul-stirring, heartwarming, and uplifting music from God’s Word, you can drop by our place.

METROPOLITAN BIBLE BAPTIST CHURCH TAGUIG CONGREGATION

Lot 32, Block 52 Pinagsama Village, Western Bicutan, Taguig


Napag-uusapan Lang Naman 3

(With the hype and fuzz surrounding Trinidad Etong Suicide Issue, I decided to put down in this blog an information that will help clear our biases for or against any person involved in this story. This information also sheds light not just to this particular case, but to all others as well. I am quoting from a Wikipedia Entry on “Gunshot Residue.”)

(from wikipedia, on “Gunshot residue)

Gunshot residue (GSR), or more technically, gunshot primer residue, is expelled as tiny particles from the barrel of a firearm when it is fired. Among other materials, gunshot residue contains the heavy metals barium, lead and antimony. Modern forensic methods require the presence of these metals to identify trace evidence as gunshot residue.

Through the 1990s the presence of two or more of these heavy elements was sufficient to conclude the chemicals were the result of a gunshot. New, more rigorous standards for gunshot residue testing are now being required by many courts. The trend is toward a standard that requires the presence of at least one Pb-Ba-Sb particle (lead-barium-antimony) exhibiting characteristic GSR morphology and supported by a sufficient number of atomically identified GSR supporting particles in the remaining particle population.

Investigators may test a suspect’s hands, arms and face for particles of gunshot residue as evidence of having recently handled or fired a gun. Current testing methods are inconclusive as a suspect’s clothing or body can easily become contaminated after the firing from sources such as being handled by police officers or being transported in contaminated police vehicles (emphasis mine).


From Station Number 1

a3125b0561525452 The day is just about to end, and I am just about to start writing this blog. All around me, boys who are supposed to be men, have transformed into kids with their cacophonous online gaming. Just before I sat down in this station, an obviously irritated girl had just stood up and walked out furiously. Well, she had all the reaons to–she was having the time of her life listening some French romantic song, when the guys beside her started ranting and raving their “kill and attack” moves to their opponents from the other side of their cubicles. As for me, I have learned the art of numbness.

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This next paragraph was briefly interluded by a quick stretch. It has beek two weeks now since my back started aching. I have no idea where this came from. But one thing’s for sure: it has been a constant, total distraction to my daily work. No matter how hard I try stretching it in different ways, it always ends up hurting even more than before. The only rest I find is when I’m finally lying calmly in my bed, waiting for the full eclipse of my eyelids over my pupil.

My hands seem to be drying up due to the heat of the day that has caused me to drench in sweat. Maybe that’s why I was hitting the wrong keys on the board. As I am now well into the middle of this paragraph, I would have backspaced 20 times over the same mistake of hitting a punctuation mark rather than the proper alphabet. For a while their I felt I was becoming dyslexic. I was glad it was just the heaviness of my fingers.

Thumbing through bills on my wallet, I found out I only have enough paper bills to give me two hours of internet time in the shop. I would have to think fast and type faster. And the funny thing about this is that the faster my fingers move than my mind thinks, I actually begin to give birth to spontaneously committed words and thoughts that require no careful thinking.

But then… the memory block kicks in.

There! I’m finally back on the spontaneous mode. I was really thinking of writing the 13 irony blog entry. But as I looked over the count of posts I have made, it has been quite a long while since I last wrote a blog out of spontaneous genius.

Well, there, here’s my spontaneous genius.

(thanks to rjbarista for the pictures)