I Take Off the Mask

When I was younger, I never thought there would come a time when this bible verse would come true – that there would come a time when no one would be waiting for God anymore.  Yet as I observe our times, I realized that the time may soon come to pass when God would be seeking out his people and no one would be looking back.  Why so? 1. THE RICH Because the rich will have bought the idea of positivism to the extreme to the extent that they have learned to focus only on themselves and their needs, excluding everyone else that may get in the way of their perfectly established lives. The rich would have become indifferent, already possessing everything they thought they needed to live their lives to the full. 2. THE POOR Because the poor would have thought of himself as being unloved, comparing himself to the rich one whom heaven has blessed far beyond the necessities he prayed for.  He would have lost his hope or grudgingly accepted his lot.  The poor would have grown a rage that con...

“Be angry but do not sin.” anger is after all only an emotion that is neutral in itself we can sin while we are angry as we can sin while we are sad or even when we are happy maybe we just noticed that we only sin more when we are angry for anger is a powerful emotion that can overpower us if we do not know for why or how we should express it

I was at the door, sort of mumuring something and in deep concentration. It was a very hot afternoon and my sister kinda suspected I’m up to something weird again. I told her I’m praying for rain, and I invited her to pray for the same. She laughed and said that if she would be praying for something, she’d pray for something else, not for something as hard as that. She said it’s like we’d already be asking for a miracle, for it was indeed very hot, and there was not even a cloud in sight.In my heart though, I thought it wouldn’t really be that impossible. Rain is a very natural phenomena, and it’s been known to rain even in the middle of a hot summer day. It’s not like walking over water or multiplying bread to feed thousands. Rain can come and go anytime, so why can’t it be summoned in prayer? For the record, Jesus even made the storm stop and taught his disciples the meaning of faith. He taught us that we can do things greater than...

The story of Jesus is a story of love. It is the story of a God leaving behind his divinity, becoming man, becoming flesh, going through the darkness so he can save those who are lost in the dark and lead them unto the Light they do not even know. It is a story that calls us to do the same, calling us to leave behind our comforts for a while so we can rescue the lost right where they are. It is the story of the utmost kind of sacrifice, sacrificing one’s own life in order to save many. His story is the culmination of the unceasing love of God who never stopped seeking his people, who never gives up, who never fails to find a way to reach out and to make known to us the path of life. The story of Jesus is a story of healing, both of the soul and of the body, soothing our pain and mending our wounds and our brokenness. His is a story of acceptance, of welcoming those the world has made outcasts through its many prejudices. It is a story that discourages judment and condemnation, a s...

No doubt, this is an imperfect world. But no one can ever say that it isn’t beautiful!

Ssshhh… Listen closely… Ever so closely and still. For even closed doors may whisper unto us a secret, and even dead-ends may point us closer to pathways we’ve long been searching for.

We can search for hope in the strongest of places, and in the best of people, and they shall fall one by one. Only God suffices. Only God.

Herein lies my hope: That for every flower that withers, another one blooms within me, one that will remain forever fragrant and fresh, never ever to pass away.

Who can blame me when I sought to dispose of the thorns that kept me from being accepted and loved? Who can blame me from wearing the mask I wore so I can hide my uniqueness from the world that only knows one face, one virtue, one barren sky?

Every parting has its own sorrow, even that of parting with a once treasured possession that has long lost its usefulness. And so in sorrow do I say farewell to my own that is not truly mine. Farewell to the mask and greetings to the heart, spirit and flesh that has long been concealed underneath its shadows.