Change Who?

“How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity! It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down on the beard, running down on Aaron’s beard, down upon the collar of his robes. It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the LORD bestows his blessing, even life forevermore.” Psalm 133:1-3

Be with someone that loves

Walking and Walking

Thirsting for justice, yet fearful as I am far from righteousness

I hungered to be like King David, building a city of God within this world

Leading men of integrity, one step closer to the Kingdom of Heaven

Where am I now? Maybe a step further or two steps closer.

Dude, Where's My Car?

I met a nice old lady down by the apartment parking lot. She seemed rather lost. It was a bit chilly that night, so I decided to ask if she needed anything. She told me that she was looking for her car, a light blue Oldsmobile. She had come to see a friend in the seventh floor and was about to leave when she realized that she just couldn’t remember where she parked. The parking lot wasn’t so big, so I thought it was a little odd of her to forget where she parked. I quickly brushed off my senses since she was old, and even I tend to forget. After a while of walking around, I decided to simply call the securities as I have seen the management tow cars away that do not have permits. A man picked up the phone and said that everything has been taken care of, that the lady was taken home. It turns out that she never had a car in the first place. She lived on the seventh floor, and I guess this wasn’t the first time.

 

It was a small happening, nothing too wild, but I was again reminded of human frailty. We’re all growing old, growing weak. It wasn’t that I got depressed from seeing this, but I was gently reminded of the limits of time. I wanted the assurance from God that I will be taken care of when I lose myself.

Life of the Thief

Born destitute, he probably did not have much to eat. Dad rarely came home, mom was always crying. His innocence probably broke on the day he met kids his age. The difference between those with power and those without was too much to cover simply from similarities. His first rejection probably came from the rabbis saying he was not holy enough. Without guidance, how could he learn to be a part of society? Into the shadows, his steps led. In the darkness, questions were left unanswered. Only the cries of hunger fueled him. It was only small loaves of bread, occasional pieces of fig fruit that he stole. Though his poverty never could justify his actions, it was a means to survive, not so much for himself, but for his mother. That of course, did not last long. His last innocence shattered the day his mother passed away. With such helpless, meaningless words of apology, his mother was left to dissipate into the ground. Yet, not a soul was there to care for his sorrows. Last scent of humanity now blurred, he probably became swift in his crimes: gathering a crew, stealing in an organized fashion, bringing terror to the local communities. One fateful night, an accident, a bystander had gotten in the way. He panicked. Now death was no longer a stranger, and soon became a close friend. How low could a man go? I guess that depends on how fast he could run. The shadows could no longer hide him. Days and nights, he would be in flight. What was justice anyways? Seemed like bunch of rules and regulations so that those who have can have more, or at least keep what they have. Still, thoughts faded with each passing field. Feeling so small and weak, it was only a body that was in action. As he continued on clear across a hill, sights of people caught his eyes. Myriads of people sat so attentively. A presence. It was the first time to have ever felt such intimacy. He was not alone. Each step towards the speaker was so difficult, yet, he had to get closer.

 

Immanuel.

 

That was the first and the last word he heard until his iniquities caught up to him. Sentence of death on a cross was no surprise, but something was different. Thirst overpowered him. His mind was stretching ever so into humility. He was no longer alone. With each nail piercing his flesh, fear gradually turned into awe. He was now at peace, though only in spirit.

 

“Then he said, ‘Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.’” Luke 23:42

Visitors

Always good to see family.
Plus Laura. Almost 10 years old, still running long distances.
If I had the money, I would probably buy another Corolla.

Dream Sequence: Hopeful Waters

A dream: Drifting away in the ocean was I and a man. He was sleeping tied to a bed. No strength in his legs, no hope in his heart. As the bed turned to wake the man up, he sees a ring, a reminder of his sister. Purpose. I suddenly become the man, as I pull myself up out of the waters, taking a step onto solid ground.

“At this I awoke and looked around. My sleep had been pleasant to me.” Jeremiah 31:26

Tiramisu

Another breath passes my lungs

When did you enter in my life?

So soft and sweet is your presence

Life in itself became a present

Miss Tiramisu, I gently miss you

Filling the notes with poorly drawn hearts

Jotting down the words, I love you

Let my heart never grow cold

Let my strength never grow faint

In you I find comfort, in you I find rest

Miss Tiramisu, in my soul, I carry you