The Pain of Jealousy

Have you accidentally stepped on a piece of lego barefoot? Do you remember the pain? Well, as much as that hurts, that is nothing compared to the pain of jealousy. Stepping on a piece of lego will last for minutes but the pain of jealousy can last for days, months, or even years.

Think about the last time you felt jealous for someone. Do you remember the piercing pain inside your heart? Remember the feeling that you can’t almost breathe knowing that the person you love lost interest in you and have run after someone else? You ask yourself, what have I done wrong? But no good answer satisfied the hurt that you’re feeling.

Remember the anger you feel for that person or that object that stole the love that was rightly yours. Anger that you want to destroy his/her object of affection. Please bear with me and for this moment remember all that pain.

That pain, my friend, multiplied 100 times, is exactly what God feels for you. We have all deserted Him and ran after our gods. We have prostituted ourselves to someone or something that never truly loved us the way He does.

Who has has your heart?

Is it your boyfriend? Your girlfriend? Your crush?

Is it your work? Your ministry?

Is it you plans? Your dreams? Your ambition?

If you know what jealousy feels then you know exactly the pain that God feels.

“Do not worship any other God, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.” (Exodus 34:14)

 

 

really tired  Current mood: Unexplained.

Pasasalamat

Paumanhin kung medyo huli na ito pero gusto ko lang magpasalamat sa lahat ng bumati sa akin nung aking kaarawan. Sa lahat ng . . .

• Bumati sa facebook
• Bumati sa private message
• Bumati sa text
• Bumati in person
• Nagbigay ng regalo
• Gumawa ng photo collage
• Gumawa ng video

Salamat sa effort ng pagbati, sa pagcompose ng message, nag-isip at gumastos sa regalo, nagbigay ng bonggang effort sa picture collage at video. Nakakabless kayo! Umaapaw sa kaligayahan ang aking puso. Maraming, maraming, maraming salamat!

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image  Current mood: Supah blessed.

Why I Won’t Marry A Tennis Player

Isang random na usapan tungkol sa idea na ano kaya kung makapangasawa ako ng tennis player. Ang process of elimination na ito ay napag-usapan namin nila tita Sonny—a friend and a colleague, witty and straight to the point. Also, with my two best buddies Chique and Rhia (I just love them to bits). Ang usapan ay naganap sa cafeteria:

Me: Ano kaya kung makapangasawa ako ng tennis player?

Tita Sonny: What about?

Me: I don’t know how to play tennis!

Rhia: Tennis players usually marry a fellow tennis player or a model.

Chique: Ana got the 50% covered. LOL!

Me: But it’s just sad I won’t be able to enjoy his passion. :(

Tita Sonny: Your problem is easy. Don’t marry one!

Me: LOL! Good point!

Moral of the story: Kapag madedecide na kung sinong pakakasalan mo, don’t decide on your own. Ask your family, trusted friends, and mentors. Also, pray about it and don’t rush.

This is just a random post. Very random.

image  Current mood: Randomness delight

When you Experience Injustice

After hearing a preaching from pastor Steve Murrell about being grateful I didn’t expect that I will practice what I have learned immediately.

When a person experience injustice the question he/she should ask is this, “What kind of person do I want to be?”

“Do I want to be bitter?” Or “Do I want to be better?”

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EVERYTHING I TELL YAH!

All of us experience injustice, but how we respond and what we choose to become is really up to us. I’ll leave these questions for you to answer but as for me, learning from Jesus’ teachings and how He lived, I choose to be better––I choose to love.

 

YES  current mood: WIN!

The Teacher With the Multi-colored Notebook

Teacher Joel, my Sunday school teacher, was not my favorite. He “sprays” when he speaks (if you know what I mean) and I don’t like his hair. I was five years old at that time and I have no choice but to listen to him (and dodge his “sprays” if I’m lucky. Please forgive me teacher Joel).

One Sunday, it was his duty to teach in kids church, the only students he had was me and my sister. I don’t know if he remembers it but I do. In his hand he held this little multi-colored notebook; no words just colors. Using that, he told us a story that changed my life.

He opened the notebook.

Page 1: Black
He explained that my heart is dirty. It is filthy, dark, and evil. There is no way that I can make it clean–not even my good works nor good intentions.

Page 2: Red
But because God wants my heart to be clean, He sent His Son Jesus to be the ultimate sacrifice. Meaning, He has to die on the cross in order for me to live. His blood washed my sins away.

Page 3: White
Now, because of what Jesus did my heart is now clean, pure, free from all sins.

Page 4: Green
We can now enjoy our new life in God. Not to live in sin but to obey Him and enjoy Him.

Page 5: Gold
We are now brought in His Kingdom. We are now part of His family. Through Jesus, we can call God, our Father.

He closed the notebook and asked us if we believe on what Jesus did on the cross for us and if we welcome Him as His Lord and Savior. We said “yes” and we prayed.

I was 5 years old at that time. But because of that simple explanation of the Gospel it led me to live my life under Jesus’ Lordship. I was spared to make stupid decisions that would ruin my life. My King saved and protected me.

The Gospel is not that complicated, a person who is really changed by it can share it to anyone, in any occasion, in any way possible. If a person is ashamed to share the Gospel then probably he/she is not really convinced of what Jesus did on the cross.

If we all understand that the greatest problem of this world is sin and the only solution is God, then will we not bring the solution to this world by sharing the Gospel?

I thank people like teacher Joel who’s willing to share the Gospel to five year-old kids, or those people who risk their reputation, most importantly, their lives just to share the Gospel.

I tell you, great is their reward in heaven.

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Current mood: In awe

The Hipster Christian

Paumanhin kung matagal akong hindi nakapagblog. Naglakbay uli ang inyong lingkod sa isang lugar na hindi ko lubos maisip na mapupuntahan—ang bansang Israel. Napakagandang lugar, pramis! Pero pagbalik ko sinalubong na ako ng mag trabaho at ngayon palang uli ako nakakaahon. Na miss ko rin magsulat. Kaya . . .

Welcome back!!! :D

Habang nag-iisip akong magandang return-of-the-comeback blog, yung tipong mapapatumbling kayo sa tuwa, naisip ko maging simple nalang muna. Simple lang pero madalas kong napapansin sa karamihan ng mga “Christians.” Hindi lahat, pero madami. At tulad ko, naging guilty din ako dito—ang pagiging Hipster Christian.

Ipaliwanag ko muna kung ano ang hipster, actually, madami itong kahulugan. Isa sa mga description ng pagiging Hipster ay ang pagsalungat nila sa mga “mainstream societal conventions” (Naks! Big words). In short, basta “masa” ayaw nila or hindi sila nakikiuso. They consider themselves cool because they don’t go with the flow and they have their own identity. Wala naman masama dun diba? Wala naman, pero sa akin sariling opinion, masama na ito kapag nagiging elite group na. Maslalo na kapag Christian ka.

So ano naman ang hipster Christian? Hindi ko alam kung nag-eexist na ang phrase na ito pero para sa akin sila yung mga naging “cool” na Christian because they say the right Christian terms, hang out with the “right people,” prays everyday, knows their bible pretty much, but shuns the sinners.

Hipster Christians are so religious they forget to love the sinners, like you and me. They forgot that they too are sinners and needs Jesus, just like very one else. They’ve kept the knowledge of Christ to themselves and created their own little club. No wonder there’s a growing number of people who abhors Christians.

Jesus came here on earth to reach down to the people, to love us and bring us back to God. When he saw the crowd he had compassion on them. He went where they are and healed them, fed them, taught them how to live. But more than all of these, He came down from heaven to earth to die for us and pay the penalty of our sins.

Our sins.

You and me—the mainstream and the hipsters.

Let’s be like Jesus. Let’s step out of our little hipster club and dive into the world where God’s love is most needed. It’s not going to be a comfortable life but I assure you it’s going to be worth it. :)

 

  Current mood: Busy. Very.

 

 

A Broken Alabaster Jar

I cannot look people straight into their eyes because I know they’re disgusted when they see me.

“She’s a harlot!” That’s what they say. Scorned by the public, despised by my family.

Unloved.
Unworthy.

I cannot look at myself in the mirror, because what I see is an ugly woman hiding underneath the layers of her make-up.

Braided hair, beautiful clothes, fragrant smell; if only I can be like this alabaster jar—beautiful and precious. People will pay huge amount for this.

But not me.

For I am not worth your year’s wage. Scorned by the public, despised by my family.

Unloved.
Unworthy.

But You looked at me. You looked at me with compassion in Your eyes. What do You see that people can’t see? What do You see that I can’t see?

I know some men look at me with lust. I know some men look at me with disgust. But You see me differently. You don’t see me as a harlot; You saw what’s inside of me; You saw something so precious.

Now I understand, it’s not the beautiful alabaster jar that’s precious, it’s what it holds that has more value. But who am I? I am scorned by the public, despised by my family.

Unloved.
Unworthy.

I rushed to see this man. They say His name is Jesus. I grabbed my alabaster jar filled with pure nard.

Bowed down at His feet, I wept like child. For the first time I felt love, real love. My Lord, what can I offer except this jar of perfume? I am broken—a broken vessel like this jar of alabaster. My contents are all spilled out but I don’t care. I am loved. I will pour out my all, my everything at your feet. You are more precious to me.

Then He said these loving words to me, “your sins are forgiven. Go in peace.” I anointed Him but He also anointed me. Though scorned by the public and despised by my family, but in Him . . .

I am loved.
I am worthy.

A narrative inspired by a character in the bible in Luke 7:36-50.

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  Current mood: So many things to do, so little time.