tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982975714510976262024-03-13T21:35:21.939-07:00God's Living PromisesWeave in faith and God will find the thread.Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-53323884343078523722018-10-03T00:57:00.000-07:002018-10-03T00:57:20.959-07:00Little Drummer Boy<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I have seen God's work as He constantly use people in Praise Cathedral. No matter what the age are or the gender or status in life, God equally open the chance to all His children to be used in the different ministries. I have seen the men and women offered their songs, the youth their dances and the kids with their amusing presentations. Each time I see them perform, these children of God never fail to amaze me. They have always been an instrument of God's plan not only in my life but for the lives of others as well. </div>
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Today is not an ordinary day. Not because my whole family came over to celebrate the holiday with me but because I have learned something important. Something that touches my life and rekindled my spirit. The Kings Kids of Praise Cathedral presented a musical special entitled "Little Drummer Boy". It is a story of young kids and their drummer whose view about music was changed by their teacher. From a complicated note they have transformed music into a simple melody of God's plan.</div>
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The story taught me that our talent won't be meaningful if not used to please God. There was a point in my life where I worked hard and yet I failed several times. I asked God why? but I never got an answer, that question lingered into mind until today. Now, I have realized that I have worked hard and used my God given talent only to satisfy my earthly dreams, to please people and be popular. I have worked so much in vain because I have never learned to offer my talent in order to serve my creator. </div>
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Like Shaun the young drummer in the story, I experienced being broke not only once but over and over again. I have been complaining why... but now I understand. I have to be broken so that God can work in my life. Only when I am weak that I see Him working for me... strengthening me each day. Only when I am broken that I see a new hope and that should have been a signal for me to start over in God's will. But I have been blind, not until today that I fully seen the entire image of His grace. </div>
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Mathew chapter 11 verse 15 says <i>"He who has ears, Let him hear" . </i>Now I understand that not all can hear the music that God plays in our heart. Only those who understand His plan will be able to hear it. I am most glad because I have heard a new song, a music I have never heard before. A song of my love, my romance with the one who molded me from clay and breathe me with a breathe of life. </div>
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I know, it is not only me who have realized these things. I believe that God have also revealed this message to the rest of the congregation. Thank you Kings kids, you have made my Christmas meaningful and blessed.</div>
Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-75528569849557974772011-07-28T06:06:00.000-07:002011-07-28T06:06:13.485-07:00The Names of God<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/bOHAGb3iwg8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-65764391237279308082011-03-14T04:49:00.000-07:002018-09-02T21:39:05.284-07:00Good Bye Tatay!<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Life can be compared to swimming in the ocean. Even if I know how to swim and I am confident that I can jump to the waves at the right time – sometimes when I least it expect it, I find my self drowning, spinning under the waves with my mouth full of sands. If I fight against the waves, it would be difficult for me to surface, but if I float with the current, I come right to the top. However, floating while afraid is difficult. It requires trust and faith in order to survive. Dealing with death of a love one is similar. In order to cope, I need to stregnthen my faith and put my trust to the one who gave us life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif";">Last Saturday my mom phoned me and told me that my grandfather had died already. The man who took care of me when I was young; the man who gave me my first name; the man who showered me with so much love when my parents failed to give it to me. At that moment, I asked myself “why?” I want answers. “Why is this happening? why me? What did I do to deserve this?”. As soon as I remember to trust His plan in my life – I found it easier to discover the answer to my questions. Death is the only thing in life that comes with a 100% guarantee</span>. I should have realized that though our bodies are mortal, all human beings are eternal. Our soul will not die. Our spirit – the essence of who we are will live forever. The bible said in the book of Ecclesiastes chapter 3 verses <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>11 <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“</i></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #001320; font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.</span><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-74469194402963637832011-02-18T04:48:00.000-08:002011-02-18T05:24:10.972-08:00Create In Me A Clean Heart<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I took my tablet and open my soft bible in the book of II Samuel chapter 11. There I was reminded of the life of David, the man before the heart of God. He was a great king and the Lord loved him so dear. He feared the Lord, obeyed the Lord and worshiped the Lord. But this chapter did not tell me how great David was, but it told me how wicked he was. The whole chapter spoke of His wickedness, on how he slept with Batshebah the wife of Uriah. It spoke of his trickery in asking Uriah to go home and sleep with his wife in order to cover the truth that he impregnated Batshebah, but when Uriah did not go home because of his loyalty to Israel, David asked Joab to send Uriah in the frontline of the deadliest battle so he may be smitten and die. After Uriah’s death, David fetched Batshebah to her house and she became his wife. What David did displease the Lord. The Lord spoke to him through the prophet Nathan and he was punished. The Lord killed his son. What strikes me in this story was David’s reaction to the Lord’s punishment. He acknowledged his wickedness and asked for forgiveness. He fasted for 7 days and worshipped the Lord. In one of his psalms he said <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me</i></b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">”</i></b> (Psalm 51:10) God heared his prayer and forgave him. He blessed David and Batshebah another son and called him Solomon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">After reading this, I was reminded that everybody has its wicked side. Everybody is suceptable to sin, even the greatest men of Israel. I was reminded that God is a loving God and He is always at our side reminding us of His great mercy. He is like a father to us, punishing us in order to correct our mistakes. In the book of Ezekiel chapter 18 verses 21 God said to the people of Israel <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Rid yourselves of all the offenses you have committed, and get a new heart and a new spirit.”. </i></b>His mercy is indeed everlasting and he reminded me through his words. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Now I am praying that He too would renew a right spirit within me, that I may find my self again in His presence. Once more, I want to feel the great joy of my first love. I want to dance in his presence with overflowing joy in my heart. Lord, right now I am claiming your <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Living Promise</i></b>. I know that like David, He is reminding me and is punishing me to correct my mistakes. Like David, He wants me to repent and come back in His presence. He knows what I did and He is willing forgive me because I am His son, He has chosen me and He gave me a promise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-3403983228421546012011-02-17T05:39:00.000-08:002011-02-17T05:39:01.211-08:00Liham<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"><b><i>By: Arjay Amaneo</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">Mamuhay kayong may buong kapakumbabaan at kaamuan na may pagtitiis. Magbatahan kayo sa isa't isa sa pag-ibig.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><b> </b></span>Pagsikapan ninyong panatilihin ang pagkakaisa ng Espiritu sa buklod na kapayapaan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"><h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Mga Taga-Efeso 4:2-3 (Ang Salita ng Diyos)</span></i></h2></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">********************************************************</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;">Nang si Netty na ang bumasa sa sulat ni Andy para sa kanya, nahiya siya sa sarili, umiyak, pinunit ang papel at tinapon ito. Sa papel ni Andy isinulat niya sa dalawang pahina ng bond paper:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"><br />
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Sources: Holy Bible, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/">http://en.wikipedia.org</a>,<a href="http://www.heartlight.org/">http://www.heartlight.org</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "tahoma" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A thermostat is also an instrument that can detect temperature. The word thermostat was coined from the word <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">thermos </i>which means “hot” and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">statos </i>which means “standing”. The only difference between a thermometer and a thermostat is that the thermostat does not change temperature when placed into a room, instead it controls the temperature of the room. When the thermostat is set to 100 degrees and it is placed in a room that has a temperature of 190 degrees, the room will then change its temperature to 100 degrees based on the setpoint temperature of the thermostat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-60990800531027553012011-02-06T03:36:00.000-08:002011-02-06T04:30:31.768-08:00Feast of the First FruitsAuthor: Jayson Patalinghug<br />
Source: Holy Bible , Feasts of Israel by Christ Centered Mall Ministry<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I have been a Christian for 7 years already and it is not my first time to celebrate thanks giving Sunday. However today is different, God spoke unto my heart and revealed to me the secret to everlasting bounty. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I thought thanks giving day is all about fellowship with glamorous presentations, I thought it is all about bringing food into the church then everybody will feast on it. I thought that is just about it. I never thought that this could be a secret for an overflowing wealth as the Holy Bible promised.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In the Old Testament the Lord commanded his people to hold feasts in His honor. The Lord has carefully planned the timing and sequence of each of these feasts to reveal us a special story. These feasts were intended to be a time of meeting between God and man. There were seven feasts that God has ordered and each of them carries great sacredness and solemnity.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I am not a preacher or a master of the Holy Bible; I just jot down the verses our pastor gave during his sermons and research on them further. Since the church is celebrating the First Fruit Sunday in commemoration of God’s command so I looked into its significance to our lives as Christians. Why do we need to celebrate feasts that are not ours? What good could it bring to us?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In Leviticus chapter 23 verses 10, it says about the Lord’s promise to the people of Israel, a promise of a bountiful land, together with that promise is a command that they should bring the sheaf of the first fruits of their harvest unto the priests. When God accepted the first fruits, they became the guarantee that the rest of the crop would indeed be harvested and be a blessing (Romans 11:16). In the New Testament apostle Paul said “But now is Christ risen from the dead and become the first fruits of them that slept” (I Corinthians 15:20).</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As God spoke to me through His words, I understand that we have to celebrate the feast of the first fruits for two reasons; first to remember that God offered the life of His precious son Jesus as first fruit in order for us to have salvation; second, we have to offer our wealth and give back to the Lord what is rightfully His, and in this way we can claim His promise of overflowing bounty (Proverbs 3:9-10).</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I have never fully understand the scripture until now, today I am not able to offer the first fruit of my wealth, but I made sure to offer my talent back to the one who created everything in this world. Moving forward, I made a vow that once in every year; I will celebrate the feast of the first fruit in remembrance of my saviour and in order for me to claim God’s living promises in my life.</div>Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-37825644356394995272011-02-05T05:06:00.000-08:002011-02-05T05:06:03.396-08:00Reviewing "Ang Papel sa Pangandoy"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Author: Jayson Patalinghug</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Email: king_sky92@yahoo.com</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Source: <a href="http://ichocomyself.wordpress.com/">http://ichocomyself.wordpress.com</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Video: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1464122359248">http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1464122359248</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">In our Christian life we are like a season that changes through time. Sometimes hot and sometimes cold. Even though how much we say we love Him and promise to obey Him, there is always a time which is most of the time, that we turn against our promises and walk on our own path away from God. However, even if we failed Him several times, God is always the same. He never forsake us and He fulfill His promises in our lives. He is always at our side, constantly reminding us, reaching for our hands and leading us back to the path of eternal life. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">I am thankful that I have known Jesus Christ in my life. When I was in High School, suffering from poverty, He talked to me through a missionary pastor. He prophesied in the congregation, that I could finish my studies and become great in the future. It was hard to believe, because we even ate only once or twice a day and my parents could not afford to send me to a decent school. But my faith was strong and every time I talked to Him, I always claim that promise. In ways I cannot explain, I was able to finish college with flying colors and was able to get a job right after graduation. I thanked God for I knew His power was working in my life. Years after, I had been open to the world, I became weak and gave in to the call of my flesh. I have sinned and was so ashamed to come back in God's presence. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">His promise is not yet complete in my life and I know what hinders it from happening. It is because I have changed, I became a hypocrite before God. But it is not too late, change is just a normal thing for humans. Like the verse says "There is time for everything" and now is the time that begin to use my craft for His glory and Thank Him for not leaving me. It is now about time to come back in His presence and start claiming for his <b>Living Promises</b>.</span></div>Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-50257010435297786172011-02-05T01:04:00.000-08:002011-02-05T01:05:28.718-08:00It is Nice to Know...<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Author: Unkown</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Source: Unknown</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-family: 'MS Mincho';">❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Mincho';">❀✿❀✿</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Mincho';">❀✿❀✿</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Mincho';"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's so good to know that you have someone who'll be willing to help you cope up in every frustrations you're having. Every depressing moments, every down moments, every self-worthless-realization moments, he'd be there, not because you want someone to be with you, but because he wants to be with you.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's great to know when a person appreciates every little thing you do. Even a smile would mean a lot to him, just because you own that smile. And that even if no words are expressed as long as the eyes understand, you'd be able to communicate, just like that.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's overwhelming when a person tells you that he loves you for who you are. He may not have an answer when you ask him why, but really, he doesn't have to have reasons for loving you.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's more grateful to know that someone is grateful to have you. We don't choose the people who enter our lives, so it must be luck that you have that person, then you have to be thankful. It may just be coincidence or fate, but whatever the reason is, you have to be thankful in having him the same way he is thankful for having you.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's a wonderful feeling when you're on the verge of giving up the things you've worked hard for, someone isn't just helping you carry the weight on your shoulders, but he carries it on his own because he'd also be in pain when you are in pain. And then you'll realize, trials would all be worth it as long as you have him, not because he would do things for you, but because you gather all the strength you need, in him and his love.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's a superb feeling when one is willing to take the risks just so you'll be happy. Unselfishness rule in him just so happiness would take over you.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's a nice feeling that when you're apart, and days seem to be long, that person misses you. Yes, you might feel bad about not being with each other, but knowing that you feel the same way would drive those blues away, thinking, you'd fight over that feeling because you're looking forward to seeing each other, and that's something to be happy about.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's a great feeling when he wants to be with you because of the happiness you have when you're together. That even if corny jokes and senseless stories are told, it won't matter as long as you're together.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's a lovely feeling when someone thinks about your future, with or without him. He cares and he cares enough to think of you and what you'll be someday. But of course, he also wants to be in it someday.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's a nice feeling when you can be who you really are with that person. No pretentions, no lies, no hypocrisy, because he accepts you for who you are. You can be funny, you can be embarrased, but it won't matter coz it doesn't matter to him. Trust and faith in each other keeps you alive. And it will always do.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's good to know that you have someone who'll not have the intentions of breaking your heart. Instead, he would be willing to mend it, picking up the broken pieces of your heart that your past love have scattered in the ground. He may not be able to put the pieces back to where they really belong, but you shouldn't mind, because he had repaired that heart of yours, and he fixed it in his own way. He loves you in his own way, not the way your past did. He fixed your heart in a different way, to keep you from feeling the pains of your past heartache and to make you feel, the love, that he's unselfishly giving.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">It's a great feeling when that person has every effort to let you feel what he feels for you. Because of the distractions, you may not hear him shout it to the world, but as long as you feel it, his efforts has paid off, big time. And when you feel the same way too... He'd feel as if he's the luckiest person alive.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; text-align: justify;">... when in fact, you're more blessed to have him.</div>Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-52819804025743433822011-02-04T06:39:00.000-08:002019-01-23T17:22:00.661-08:00Ang Mga Pangarap ni Fredo<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;">
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May mga kasama tayo sa simbahan na natatakot harapin ang kanilang pagkatao. Natatakot na di matanggap ng lipunan at ng simbahang naging alipin ng doctrina at baluktot na paniniwala.</div>
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Ano nga ba ang responsibilidad natin bilang mga Kristyano? Sinasara ba natin ang ating pang-unawa sa mga taong hinahanap ang kanilang sarili? o Iniintindi natin sila at ginagabayan upang matutunan nilang tanggapin ang sariling pagkatao at maglingkod sa Diyos na walang pag kukunwari?</div>
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Ika labing siyam na kaarawan niya noon ng di namin maintindihan ang kilos niya, balisa siya at para bang may bumabagabag. Hindi kami sanay na ganoon ang kinikilos ng aming bunso sapagkat napaka masayahing bata ni Fredo. Nag aaral siya ng kursong theology sa Christian Foundation of Cebu. Bata pa lamang siya ay kaagapay na namin silang dalawa ng kuya Jason niya sa simbahan. Pastor kasi ang aking asawa at ako naman ang nangangasiwa sa women’s ministry. Ang panganay kong anak na si Jason ang siyang nangangasiwa sa music ministry, maganda kasi ang boses nito at magaling pang tumugtog ng gitara at piano. Si Fredo naman ay nasa children’s ministry, nagtuturo siya ng Sunday school sa mga bata. Kumakanta din siya kasama ng kuya Jason niya tuwing Sunday service. Magkasundong magkasundo silang dalawa sa lahat ng bagay at lagi silang masaya. Sinusuportahan ni Jason ang kapatid kahit bat hindi sila magkatulad na mahilig sa sports. Mas gusto kasi ni Fredo ang magsulat kesa maglaro.</div>
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“Fredo anak..halika labas ka na diyan, handa na ang mesa. Ikaw nalang hinihintay” anyaya ko sa kanya habang kinakatok ko ng marahan ang kanyang pintuan.</div>
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“Oh sige anak, bilisan mo ha at may supresa kami sa iyo” sabi ko habang pababa na ako patungong sala kung saan nandun ang buong pamilya. May surpresa kasi kami para kay Fredo, binili namin siya ng bagong Amazon kindle “e-book reader”. Inorder pa yun ng papa niya sa America, matagal na nya kasing pangarap ang gadget na yun.</div>
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Tatlumpong minuto pa ang nagdaan at di pa rin siya lumabas. Pinuntahan na siya ng kuya niya sa kwarto at ilang minuto lang ay lumabas na sila. Bagong paligo si Fredo at nakabihis, suot nya ang polo shirt na regalo ko sa kanya nung pasko ko at nga rolex na relo na bigay naman ng papa niya nung nakaraang kaarawan niya.</div>
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“Happy Birthday!” sabayang bati namin sa kanya habang pababa sila ni Jason ng hagdanan. Ngumiti lang siya at tumingin sa amin.. walang imik.</div>
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“Di naman po, medyo napagod lang ako kanina sa school.” Tugon niya sabay bitaw ng pilit na ngiti.</div>
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“Oh siya wag ka nang malungkot at heto may regalo kami sayo!” sabay abot ng ama sa isang box na nakabalot sa pulang papel.</div>
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“Buksan mo agad anak at sigurado akong matutuwa ka nyan.” Sabi ko na sabik makita ang reaksyon niya.</div>
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Binuksan ni Fredo ang kahon at lumiwanag ang kanyang mukha sa nakita “Wow! Amazon kindle! Para sa akin po eto?” masayang tanong ni Fredo sa amin.</div>
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“salamat po pa, ma!” lumapit siya sa amin at niyakap niya kami nga mahigpit. Ewan ko bah parang kakaiba ang yakap niyang iyon. Puno ng damdamin, iba sa karaniwan niyang yakap sa amin. Marahil dala ng matinding kagalakan.</div>
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“ehem ehem...magseselos na ako nyan kapag di mo bubuksan itong regalo ko sayo” sambit ni Jason na may tonong pagtatampo..pero syempre paglalambing lang iyon...malambing kasi si Jason sa bunso niya.</div>
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“ah kuya, may regalo ka rin para sa akin?” tanong ni Fredo na nakangisi.</div>
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-kuya Jason-“</div>
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“Sabagay, may punto kayo. Wala yata akong anak na bakla!” sagot ko naman. “Oh anak ano ba yang tanong mo? Wag mo na kaming intindihin, biro lang iyon pero sana di ganun ang tanong mo..joke! ehehe” pabiro ko namang tanong kay Fredo.</div>
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Tumahimik lang ito at binitiwan ang isang pilit na ngiti. “ah wala po ma..itatanong ko lang sana kung...(tahimik)...kung pwede na akong maunang matulog. Nahihilo po kasi ako eh. Mahinang sabi ni Fredo.</div>
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“Di na po, pagod lang ako... ipapahinga ko lang ito. Basta ma, pa, kuya.. tandaan nyo mahal na mahal ko kayo at masaya ako sa kaarawan kong ito.” Tumayo siya at isa isa kaming niyakap at hinagkan sa pisngi.</div>
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“Pa...pa..pa! halika dalhin mo susi sa kwarto ni Fredo...baka may nangyari na sa kanya! Sumisigaw na ako sa pag alala....dali dali namang tumakbo paakyat ang asawa ko at si Jason. Bakas sa kanilang mukha ang matinding pag alala. Agad na binuksan namin ang kwarto at di ako halos makakilos sa aking nakita. Napako naman sa kinatayuan ang aking asawa at si Jason ay agad tumakbo palapit sa bankay na nakabitin sa kesame.</div>
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Sa ibabaw ng drawer niya nakalagay ang I-Pad na regalo namin sa kanya at katabi nun ang diary na regalo ng kanyang kuya. Tiningnan ko ang I-Pad, nkabukas iyon at may naka download na e-book. Tiningnan ko ang pamagat ng libro “Tol...I love You by Mike Juha” Isang libro tungkol sa pag-iibigan ng dalawang lalaki. Binuksan ko ang diary at may nakasulat dito...</div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"> Ma at Pa, pasensya na po at di ko na maipagpatuloy ang inyong mga pangarap sa akin. Pasensya na at di ako naging matatag...Sana po sa aking pagpanaw may mabubuksan na isipan at may mga katanungan na mabibigyan ng sagot.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"> Salamat sa diary kuya..ito ang pinaka magandang bagay na bigay mo sa akin. Dahil dito, naisulat ko ang aking mga pangarap. Sa mga sumusunod na pahina, isinulat ko ang aking likhang nobela. Iyan ang pangarap ko.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "bradley hand itc"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Ma, Pa at kuya, sana mapatawad nyo ako sa aking ginawang paglisan!</span></i><br />
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“wala kang kasalanan anak...kami ang may pagkukulang. Di namin kayo nagabayan ng mabuti.” Humaguhol na rin ang aking asawa... napuno ng kalungkutan ang aming bahay at parang nawalan na kami ng pag asa... Ngnunit naalala ko ang sabi ni Fredo, na sana sa kanyang paglisan may mga katanungan na mabibigyan ng kasagutan..hahanapin ko ang sagot at hindi ko hahayaang mangyari ang ganito sa natitira kong anak.</div>
Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-8686475374650767072011-02-04T05:12:00.000-08:002011-02-04T06:06:59.597-08:00A Gift from God<div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Author: Unknown,</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> Source: Unknown</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCYlIb-IcDb1_2X-wS1ehxnrx-n0iw_llyE2iHFErjDapNkMXs6wuu33qXzf-7zpgTztLtKkfyb5XHfTsojaaOH9qHmx_BiRTGdz7rtyNRTuHPnERrahhlTxL7iDdouVd6jPSpXijn3Vs/s1600/best-friends-day-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCYlIb-IcDb1_2X-wS1ehxnrx-n0iw_llyE2iHFErjDapNkMXs6wuu33qXzf-7zpgTztLtKkfyb5XHfTsojaaOH9qHmx_BiRTGdz7rtyNRTuHPnERrahhlTxL7iDdouVd6jPSpXijn3Vs/s320/best-friends-day-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Darn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach ... , but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">Each day is a gift from God! Don't forget to say, "Thank you!"</div>Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298297571451097626.post-17030975949006286582011-02-04T04:27:00.000-08:002011-02-04T06:13:51.742-08:00Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Author: Unknown</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8F1MX5A1s3aw_0tyUF-7GdwNBKwqaZu7QoFHJTSzc8PgifM-YgQ2ugpDcRZz7Bei9HdSSrX-oR5DXMzLJGmtn-ZXVvGkQmQNzucL_4VKT7ZZvexC4PhNHaCnzQUxnW2O71xHRTJyF9QqR/s1600/15.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8F1MX5A1s3aw_0tyUF-7GdwNBKwqaZu7QoFHJTSzc8PgifM-YgQ2ugpDcRZz7Bei9HdSSrX-oR5DXMzLJGmtn-ZXVvGkQmQNzucL_4VKT7ZZvexC4PhNHaCnzQUxnW2O71xHRTJyF9QqR/s200/15.png" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.</span><br />
<div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.</div><div style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t.</div>Jaysonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16528363016895910289noreply@blogger.com1