And I am totally blown away with the beauty of this word.
I personally find languages to be captivating. I perceive them as an intimate expression of God’s inexhaustible creativity. While I may feel God’s embrace as displayed in nature, I see and hear God in the languages of different cultures. God’s presence is palpable as people of diverse origins uniquely use their languages in their interactions.
To me, the pulse of a culture is felt in the way its people communicate with words. I believe that for each culture to develop its own system of reading, writing, and speaking is unquestionably God’s doing. The art of words, written or spoken, growing and unfolding in different dimensions with the people who use them exudes so much power and life. It is, most definitely, an illustration of the existence of a big Creator. Continue reading “Prakhun: You Are Royalty”
And for some reason, within the last few days, I keep reading blog posts, essays, and articles about love and marriage more so than anything else. I reckon it’s that season for me where the big theme is on this unquenchable subject on love. Or maybe my attention on this topic is exceptionally heightened during this special time of the year. Either way, I really find love and marriage a stimulating motif for discussions. So, I delve in and read a substantive amount of written works about it.
Yes, that familiar fork in the road where you have to choose only one path.
The dilemma is never choosing between a good choice and a bad choice. Whenever faced with that question, we can easily pick one. The dilemma lies when you have to choose between two good options, two sound choices.
So, which one?
I make plans. That’s what I do. As a teacher, planning is a skill I have mastered so well I use it in every aspect of my life — including my relationship with Jesus. I had lofty dreams for Him; big plans of what I can accomplish for Him. Continue reading “The God Choice”
After watching a video, I found myself uttering these very words to myself fully convinced that I am called to stay — in church.
I am not foreign to the cycle of excuses we often throw people or ourselves about leaving church. These excuses span from petty grievances on what carpet color to use or justified cries on the hypocrisy that exists in a group of imperfect people gathering together.
Church is boring. Church music is not modern enough. Church is so uptight.
That was all Andreas, Cristo, and Anica knew when they stepped out of their guesthouse in Krabi town yesterday after praying where to go and leaving everything they own. With no money and no clothes, except the ones on their backs; and knowing nobody in a strange town where hardly anyone speaks English, they faithfully walked in the words of Luke 10 waiting for the Lord to show them their man of peace. Continue reading “Go Left (A Luke 10 Journey)”
A few hours ago, I read post after post from friends on Facebook, blogs, and twitter either rejoicing or mourning over the US Supreme Court’s ruling on the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA) as unconstitutional and dismissal of Proposition 8, thereby effectively restoring same-sex marriage in California. The cry of the people on this paradigm shift range from extreme joy to acute disgust. This event, without doubt, marks a big leap towards a profound alteration of perspectives in what marriage in America looks like. Continue reading “On Same-Sex Marriage: I Choose Love, I Choose Grace”
I am fond of rain. I enjoy the sound of water hitting my rooftop. I feel particularly calm while watching heavy water pouring down my window, wind uncontrollably crashing on my outside walls. At times the invitation to go in and dance with it overcomes me, I succumb.
To me, a violent rainy scene is God saying that’s how I love you. I see His love like a storm taking over a place almost without warning and beyond anyone’s control. Riddled with passion and pursuing His children, His love is vehement. He is, surely, not Someone I would call safe. And yes, I love that about Him. Continue reading “When It Rains”
The internet. Quite the invention. With it, comes the power of social media — facebook, twitter, pinterest, instagram, etc.
The summer my husband and I met in China, we had to go our separate ways back to our lives after the mission trip. He was living in the Philippines, while I was living in the States. Yet the separation was not too bad for us because we exchanged emails and Skype names. We knew we would see each other again after a few days. On Skype. Continue reading “Wall Posts: What my Facebook Friends do not Know”
This is a movie based on a true story of a guy named Jay Moriarty, a surfer from Santa Cruz, California. My husband and I watched it a few weeks ago. It was one of those movies that we both felt great about after watching despite the ending. It was a good movie, not because of how it was made but more so of its message. I saw many of my Facebook friends post lines from the movie on their walls clearly showing that many were inspired by it. Although I never did post anything from the movie, but I wrote down a line on my notebook what I felt was at the heart of its message. Continue reading “Chasing Mavericks: What I Took with Me from the Movie”